Chapter 242 Lexi

• He withdrew slowly, licking his fingers clean, eyes dark with promise. 'Good girl. Now, behave.' The elevator resumed, depositing her at her floor, legs jelly. He vanished with a smirk, leaving her wrecked and wanting more.
• Lexi stumbled to her dressing room, changing into dry jeans and a hoodie, the orgasm's glow clashing with alley revelations. Ray's complicity deepened the mystery—Elena's secret life a powder keg, Carlos the fuse. She grabbed her bag, heading out the back exit to her car, rain easing to a drizzle.
• Home was a cramped apartment off the strip, neon flickering through thin curtains. She locked the door, peeling off wet layers, body still humming from Carlos's assault. A hot shower beckoned, but the mailbox slot rattled—envelopes thudding to the floor.