Bianca’s POV

The ride back from the company felt like a trap I couldn’t escape. The tinted windows of Damian’s car reflected a pale and anxious version of myself.

The words Damien had said earlier, they still clung to me, ringing in my head.

“I’ll drop by tonight. I need a good sex play to calm my nerves. Be a good girl.”

I shut my eyes, gripping the seat until my knuckles whitened.

It wasn’t just the arrogance of his words, but the decisiveness and finality ...