Lewis Rain’s POV

Soph Soph in another man’s lap, riding his— no. No! I don’t even want to believe that she was doing that.

I shake my head as I drive, but the image remains vivid and on a slideshow in my head—the way she clung to him, the way he held her so fu–ing close, bare skin and–

Fu—.

I swear, I heard her moan.

My grip tightens around the steering wheel, teeth digging painfully into my lower lip.

She was almost… naked. Those little hands of hers clung to him like he ...