⋆ Chapter 11: Black Dress and Bitter Tongue

Then came soft knocks again.

“Kayla? Please, let’s talk. I miss the girls, you know. And I miss you,” Valerie said from the other side of the door.

Damon stayed with his back to the door, jaw locked, his erection still throbbing painfully. He’d been seconds from release before the knock—now frustrat...