Serena’s POV

My hands shook, with my pink lace bodysuit clinging to my sweat-damp skin as Lila’s arms wrapped around me.

The memory of the VIP’s rough hands, his sour kiss, and his violent grip on my hair still burned through me. I had kicked him where it hurt and fled, but the violation clung like a parasite. Lila’s eyes are sharp with worry, softened as she holds me. “You’re okay now, Serena,” she whispered,holding me firmly. “That creep is a monster. But you’re stronger ...