The Boss Made Me Moan (19)
I opened the door slowly, already knowing who would be standing there.
Dwayne stood in the doorway like he owned the moment. His eyes swept over me in one long, deliberate drag, pausing at the curve of my neck where the robe slipped slightly. He did not look surprised. He looked satisfied.
“Still pretending you have control?” he asked, his voice deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world.
I should have closed the door. I should have told him to leave, but I didn’t. My body betrayed me. I stepped aside without a word, and he walked in like the house belonged to him.
The door clicked shut behind him, and I felt the silence shift. It became heavy, charged, a hum under my skin.
He did not touch me at first. He walked around the living room, slow and u
