Megan’s POV

I slipped out of the bedroom, my bare feet quiet on the cold mansion floor, my heart still pounding from screaming at Alexander

“You’re worse than Richard!”* The words tasted like poison, my throat raw, my eyes burning from tears.

His face, shocked, angry, but hurt, stuck in my head, but I couldn’t face him, not after last night’s sex, his hands on me, his flirty growls claiming me.

My torn dress was gone, replaced with a loose sweater and leggings, but my skin ...