Chapter 4
Bella
I couldn’t sit still. All day my body felt sore, tight, every movement a reminder of what had happened last night. My p***y still throbbed in that lingering, hot ache that made it impossible to focus on anything. I tried to push through my tasks, but by mid-afternoon I couldn’t take it anymore. I gathered my things and left the workplace, moving quickly, hoping no one noticed how unsteady my legs were.
The next day, my stomach churned with dread. I didn’t want to go near Damien’s office. He knew I had crossed a line, and I was almost certain my job was hanging by a thread. I thought maybe the other cleaners could handle his office—maybe he’d forget, or maybe… I didn’t want to think about the consequences if he didn’t.
I was sitting at the break room table, staring blank
