“Anna, it’s—not—” Monica started, her voice trembling as her heart raced with guilt.

“Wow. You are truly something else, Monica… a fucking desperate whore,” Anna cut her off, anger and disbelief lacing her words.

“I didn’t mean to! James deceived me. He… he forced me,” Monica stammered.

Anna leaned forward, her voice a harsh whisper. “Forced you? Did he force you to sleep with him? Because that’s not what it looked like that night. You were on top of him, riding ...