The napkin sits there, right on top. I blink. Lean in. Something about it makes my stomach tighten. Is that blood? I step inside, close the door again, and walk back. I reach in, pull the napkin out, unfold it. Just… a spot, dark and dried at the edges.
I stare at it like I’m waiting for it to explain itself. I pull my cock out and look down. More of it. Did I hurt her? Was I so fucking rough I made her bleed? I grip the napkin tighter and tuck it into my suit pocket. My chest is tight. My skin feels too hot.
I leave the office and head to the nearest bathroom. I knock, but no one answers. I open the door and step inside. Empty.
I walk straight to the bin. I don’t even know what I’m expecting. Maybe to see nothing and tell myself I imagined it, but there it is, paper towels right on top, with blood and cum. I don’t move. I just stare at it.
She winced, her body tensed, but she pulled me deeper anyway. She kept moving, didn’t tell me to stop. She wanted it.
Is that why she left in such a hurry? Did the blood scare her? Was it her period, and she got embarrassed?
I dial her number as I push the door open to the outside, needing the cold air more than I want to admit. The sky is dark, the gates wide open, and only the staff stands here.
Her car’s gone. Straight to voicemail. “Autumn, are you okay? Call me back.” I hang up, jaw clenched, just as Kaden steps out beside me.
“Everything all right?” he asks, his eyes scanning my face.
I don’t answer.
I can’t.
I’m still staring at the gate. Still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Chapter Six
Autumn
Shit. It stings.
The warm water of the bathtub helps ease the soreness. I added a few drops of jasmine oil and even lit a candle to make it feel romantic, as if I hadn’t just done something completely unhinged in a dark office, on a rug, with a man I barely know.
Was this how I imagined my first time?
Hell no.
Am I proud of my decision?
Absolutely.
Flynn was everything and more. Rough and primal, the kind of man who doesn’t ask, just takes, but even in that chaos, there was something oddly tender in him. Twisted, yes. Brutal, yes, but when he kissed me afterward… God. That kiss felt more intimate than the sex itself. It felt like he forgot who he was for a second. Like Imattered.
My entire body’s still buzzing with adrenaline. My skin is flushed. My heart won’t slow down. I still can’t believe I did it. I finally lost my virginity, and I did itexactlyhow I wanted to. With a man who didn’t treat me like glass. Who didn’t coddle or patronise me.
Who didn’t even know what I was giving him. I made the choice. I kept the secret, and if that stalker really has been watching me the way I think he has?
I hope he saweverything.
I left the curtains open on purpose.
Let him see Flynn slam into me like I belonged to him. Let him see me take it. Maybe now he’ll finally get the message and crawl back into whatever hole he came from.
My phone’s been off since I left the charity event, and honestly… I’m nervous to turn it back on. What if he texted? What if there’s a message waiting? Another veiled threat? Another cryptic warning?
I slide deeper into the tub until the water closes over my head. It’s peaceful. Quiet. Hot.
Like I can pause time for just a little while before facing the fallout.
I just fucked Flynn Brady.
