Lyla
“Wow,” is all Melanie said after I finished talking. “That’s just… wow.”
Wrapping my arms tighter around myself, I flushed. I know she wasn’t trying to sound judgmental, but she kind of did. I tried to laugh off what happened last night a few times as I was telling it, but the more involved I got with the story, the more I could see the horror dawning on her face. This surprised me because I had heard of some of the freaky s**t she got into in the past and never once did I act the way she was now.
I wasn’t going to let it bother me, though. What Rashid and I had done last night at the club, and then back in his room when he’d dragged me home, had been hot as all hell.
Did that make me a slut? s**t, I no longer cared. I’d be his slut if he wanted me to be.
Especially after last n
