C56 CHAPTER FIFTY SIX
The fuck? I put my hands to my face. Everything comes flooding back. Yavid’s horrible wife. Charle. The way I fell apart in the limo. Not just the sobbing. The orgasm, too. Oh God. Was that really me?
Now it all feels like some strange dream version of myself. And yeah, not exactly the Cinderella dream the night started out with
