[CAMI]
“Not yet.”
The way she says those words has me holding my breath.
But before I can throw out any more questions, she gives me a wide smile and steps out.
Strange. I didn’t even get her name. But I suppose I’ll cross paths with her again.
I clean myself up until the only proof of Zeke’s action is the swelling between my thighs that won’t go away anytime soon. I reapply my lipstick, blot it twice, and smooth my hair.
Then I walk out, and Zeke is waiting.
He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes roam. Over my lips. My throat. My thighs. His gaze is so damn possessive I feel like he’s marking me all over again with his stare.
I take his arm without a word.
Inside, the place is like something out of a movie.
Crystal chandeliers. Candlelight. Velvet f*****g everything. The only
