As I kneeled, Khloe laughed with delight, while Preston frowned and the others looked on as if they were watching a show.
Roman showed no emotion, only ambivalence.
Only Griffon, leaning back against the sofa with one arm stretched across it and his legs spread wide, looked down at me with a smug look across his face.
There was no mistaking who the Alpha in the room was, and Griffon clearly knew it.
I couldn’t help but think of the hundreds of days and nights we had spent together, but suddenly it all felt like it wasn’t worth it.
I’d thought I could leave with dignity, to escape this place and these people, but I should have known better.
This was the cru el reality of our different social statuses. I had slept with him for five years, destined to be trampled under his feet. Stomped
