“f**k. f**k. f**k!”
Sky nearly tripped over her own damn feet as she scrambled out of the elevator, her heels clicking against the marble floors, her heart slamming in her chest.
She was late.
𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Xavier had warned her. 𝑇𝑜𝑙𝑑 her not to come late. 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 her there would be consequences.
And now?
She was about to find out exactly what those consequences were.
Her breath was ragged, her thighs still aching from last night’s frustration, her skin still burning from the lingerie beneath her dress.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.
She was so, so f*****g screwed.
The second she stepped into the office, heads turned.
People stared.
She ignored them.
She didn’t have time.
Because she could already feel him.
Alrea
