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My back arches as the orgasm crashes over me, a strangled cry breaking free as waves of pleasure ripple through my body. My breath comes fast, uneven, my chest rising and falling in the dimly lit room. And as the aftershocks fade, the pleasure curling into something darker, I hate myself for it. I hate that even now, after all these months, after running as far as I could, he still owns me.
I roll onto my side, my fingers curling into the sheets, my heart still pounding. My breath has barely steadied when my phone buzzes violently on my nightstand.
I flinch, my body still sensitive, my pulse still erratic from what I just did.
I reach for the phone, my stomach tightening when I see Maggie’s name flashing across the screen.
It’s past midnight.
A call at this hour can only mean one thing—something iswrong.
I swipe to answer. “Maggie?”
“Leah,” she breathes, her voice frantic, barely above a whisper. “Oh my God, I—something’s wrong. I—I don’t know what to do.”
I bolt upright in bed, my heart lurching into my throat. “What happened? Where are you?”
“The party,” she gasps. “I—Leah, I need you to come get me.”
I shove the blankets off me, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I—” Her voice wobbles, and I hear the faint sound of voices in the background, music still thumping, though more distantly now. “I just need to get out of here. Please, can you—can you come?”
I don’t hesitate. “Text me the address. I’m coming.”
I end the call, my heart hammering as I shove my feet into my sneakers and grab my sweater off the chair. My hands shake as I pull it on, my body already moving on autopilot.
Maggie soundedterrified.
I don’t know what happened, but I do know one thing—I can’t go there alone.
For a split second, I consider calling my mother, but I dismiss the thought instantly. She’d never make it in time.
Instead, I scroll through my contacts, my finger hovering over Alex’s name.
I’ve never texted him before—or talked to him outside of work.
But right now, I don’t have a choice.
Me:Alex, I need a favor. It’s urgent.
The message sends, and I barely have time to put my phone down before it vibrates again.
Alex:What’s wrong?
I swallow hard, typing fast.
Me:It’s Maggie. She’s at a party. She just called me—she sounded scared. I need to go get her, but I can’t go alone.
His reply is instant.
Alex:Where?
I exhale sharply, relief washing over me as I glance at my other messages. Maggie sent me the address. I copy and paste it into our chat.
A second later, his response comes through.
Alex:I’ll pick you up in five. Be outside.