Chapter 66 Harper

• The car pulled up to Harper's modest apartment building under the cover of night, the engine's low rumble cutting off as Julius killed the ignition. Streetlights cast long shadows across the cracked sidewalk..
• She could hear the distant hum of city traffic and was thankful she lived in a reserved neighborhood; it was private. Unlike the traffic that somehow reminded her how exposed she was—paparazzi could be anywhere, sniffing out scandals like blood in the water.
• Her body still hummed from the chaos of the evening, pussy sore and slick with the remnants of Julius's brutal load.