Chapter 225 Billionaire's Break Toy Ch2

• She almost doesn’t come the next morning.Almost.
• She sits on the edge of her old mattress in the tiny sublet she’s clinging to — cold coffee on the floor, the contract crumpled in her bag like it might vanish if she ignores it long enough. But it doesn’t. Neither do the bruises under her jaw where his thumb pressed soft enough to brand her open.
• When the black car pulls up outside her window again, she’s already standing. Her breath tastes like regret and last night’s whiskey. Her thighs taste like something worse — salt, sweat, a wet ache she hates more than him.