But before she could speak, before I could even process what was happening—
A sharp pain cracked through my skull.
The world spun.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. The air was thick with a scent I couldn’t place—something expensive, something suffocating. My limbs were weak, my head throbbing.
I tried to sit up. That’s when I felt it.
A searing pain between my legs.
My breath hitched as horror crashed over me in waves. Slowly, shakily, I looked down.
Blood. Dried on my thighs. Staining my shorts.
A sob tore from my throat as I curled in on myself. No. No, no, no—
The door creaked open.
My head snapped up.
Bryant Harlow stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, damp hair curling against his forehead. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Hmm…” His lips curved into a smirk. “I do hope I impregnated you, love.”
My world shattered.
Days blurred together.
I stopped counting them.