The sun felt too bright that morning. Jade’s hands wouldn’t stop trembling as she applied her lipstick in front of the mirror. She told herself it was nerves, that maybe Nathan would pretend last night never happened. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t him.
He never pretended.
She smoothed down the black skirt he told her to wear. It hugged her hips in a way that made her body feel exposed even under layers of fabric. Her blouse was white and crisp, tucked in neatly. She looked like the perfect assistant. But underneath, her skin burned with the memory of his texts.
The video she sent him replayed in her mind. Her legs spread, fingers glistening, the sound of her breathing caught between shame and hunger. He saw it all. He owned it now.
By the time she reached the building, her heart
