Grinding on His Lap in the Red Dress

Zara POV

I stood frozen in the quiet entryway of my apartment for a long, agonizing moment. The chilling echo of Don's voicemail hung in the heavy silence, repeating in my head like a warning bell pointing towards disaster. I shoved my phone deep into my leather tote bag, burying the device among my keys, and left for the office.

My mind raced during the morning commute. I watched the blur of fa