Megan’s POV

My sobs echoed in the dark foyer, my back pressed against the mansion door, Alexander’s body pinning me, his hands gripping my hips, his lips brushing mine.

His words “Say you’re mine, Megan” burned my ears, his flirty growl making my skin tingle, even as tears streamed down my face.

My red dress clung to my curves, torn at the slit from the gala chaos, my chest heaving with anger and want. I hated him, hated how he punched Richard, dragged me out, made a scene, but ...