KAI POV
I hated him.
I hated every inch of him. Every smirk, every word, every lazy stretch of muscle that knew exactly how to catch my eye. I hated that he smelled like a comforting blanket, that his voice slid under my skin like poison—and stayed there, buzzing, spreading like wildfire.
But more than anything, I hated my body.
Because it betrayed me. Again.
The feeling of Derrick’s co.ck pressed against me still burned on my skin like a brand, and the second I stepped into that room, I saw him.
Dalton.
On my bed.
Touching himself.
Because of me.
My knees locked. My lungs forgot how to work. My thoughts shattered like cheap glass being dropped from a rooftop.
And he didn’t stop when I came in.
No.
That bastard looked at me—through me—like I was some fuc.king fantasy made fles
