Glenda’s POV
I stared up at him, shocked and a bit ashamed. The world still felt a bit hazy, but his words felt like a bucket of ice water over my head.
No one had ever cared if I was sober or not when they used me.
“Do you need help with changing for bed or can you manage?” Matt asked, looking at me.
I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to sleep with me again? He hadn’t even tried to get my dress off. I hadn’t managed to get more than a single button undone. If he was right that I was drunk, what was stopping him?
“Renda?” he asked again.
“I… I can do it.”
Matt nodded and leaned forward to press the smallest kiss to my forehead. A little bloom of warmth went through me at the tender gesture. My eyes burned with tears, but I held them back.
“Good night, Renda.”
The door cl
