ugh the gap in the blackout curtains

p, clutching the hea

ked down at the floor. Her torn dress, Jory's ruined shi

ght slammed into her br

y turned

ach, the sheets tangled around his waist. Deep, angry red sc

r throat. She c

who owned her agency. The man who had proposed a f

, trying to make absolutely no so

er the covers. It wrapped around her w

as her back h

is face in the crook of her neck. His

r last night," he murmured, h

elt steel. She shoved at his chest,

aw-one of his oversized white button-down shirts. She pulle

ed, backing away toward the door. "We wer

yes. They were sharp, ale

, Carra?" he asked, a cruel sm

he turned and bolted i

es blooming along her collarbone. She turned the water on freezin

edroom, she took her chance. She slipped

ime she checked her phone, sh

f the EK Entertainment Agency in Bever

nto the open

who thought she owned the build

plastic cup of iced coffee. When s

n liquid spilled directly onto Carra's

e just having a really bad week. Dumped by Vance, and

e stopped. Every head t

grabbed a wad of paper towels and

a," Carra said, her v

ff the desk and stepped in

nows you only got this job by spreading your legs for Va

ck. She reached out and yanked t

e purple bruises. "Look at this! Did you go sel

in the offi

. She had taken enough

s. She planted her feet, twiste

ac

rd the model spun around and c

nt dead silent. You

ng red cheek. Her eyes

ser. "Or I'll call your sugar daddy's wife and tel

bed a heavy metal stapler off the desk

into the glass partition behind her. The glass sha

ra R

ent, stormed out of her glass off

broken glass, the cr

You are suspended immediately for phy