Clara's POV
I stared at the scrap of black lace in disbelief. It was my underwear. My favorite pair of crotchless panties that I'd worn just two days ago. The delicate pattern along the edge was unmistakable.
Although a part of me felt like it was just panties and it could be anyone’s… but I couldn’t help this nagging feeling that hinted at me that it was mine.
And remembering how he looked at me during the whole speech he gave…
Damn!
But how the hell did my underwear end up here, under a rock, in the middle of nowhere?
My mind raced through possibilities, each more disturbing than the last. Had Darius been in my room? Had he gone through my things? The invasion of privacy sent a wave of outrage through me, quickly followed by mortification.
This was his test? His prize was my godda
