15
Henry Smith fell silent, holding me tightly with a vicious grip, increasing his force to torment me.
The torment lasted until dawn broke the next day.
The warmth on the pillow had long dissipated when he picked up his clothes and left.
My eyes darted to the nightstand, where a small electronic key card lay.
He had deliberately left it behind, granting access to his company office.
Allowing me to make surprise inspections at any time.
I was increasingly baffled by his actions. After hesitating for a long while, I finally decided to take a look.
Just then, my FaceTime rang with a video call request.
I paused, keys in hand, and glanced at the screen. It was Kane.
My finger trembled suddenly. I meant to switch to a voice call, but accidentally hit accept instead.
"Sis," Kane leaned against his heavy motorcycle. "When are you gonna treat me to dinner?"
Huh?
Crap.
I'd almost forgotten about that.
"Oh, um... I've been pretty busy lately. How about tomorrow night?"