The knock came at 9:47 p.m.
Maya already knew who it was. She had been staring at the door for the last twenty minutes, heart slamming against her ribs, thighs pressed together under the thin silk of her robe. She had texted him three hours ago. Just six words:
I need to see you. Tonight.
She shouldn’t have sent it.
She was with someone now. Someone who made her laugh, who f****d her slow and deep and looked at her like she was the only woman alive. Someone who was currently in the shower, steam curling under the bathroom door, completely unaware that the man who used to own her body was standing on the other side of this one.
Maya opened the door.
Julian stood there in a black hoodie, hair slightly damp from the rain, eyes already dark the way they got when he wanted her. He didn’t
