Riley's POV

I should have seen it coming.

Brett's cruelty had been building for days, each interaction sharper than the last. He'd been looking for a way to hurt me, to prove that our night together meant nothing.

So when he appeared at my door with a dress bag and a cold smile, I knew I was in trouble.

"Put this on," he said curtly. "We have an event tonight."

The dress was stunning – black silk that clung to every curve, with a neckline that bordered on scandalous. It was also too ...