C165 From Clayton’s Dick to Dontrell’s Bed.

I opened the door and stepped into the room, every nerve in my body fried. I kicked off my heels and dropped my bag. Their thud against the marble barely registered. My chest tightened, my skin prickling. Shame coiled around me, dragging the weight of my guilt.

‘What have I done?’

I’d let that bastard touch me.

My stomach twisted as I crashed onto the bed, face up