Intercepted

ROWAN’S POV

The penthouse door clicks shut behind me and I stand there for a moment, trying to make sense of the last four hours.

At 4 AM, Vance was inside me, calling me his, telling me no one else gets to touch me, fucking me against the window like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

By 5 AM, he was cold. Clinical. Reminding me our relationship is fake while I stood there naked and