Cold Showers

JAYDA

Jayda cried harder when she heard the sound of the hotel room door slamming. She had spent all her life building her reputation. People respected her. In one night, Sebastian Miller had destroyed her.

That handsome face hid cruelty. He’d used her and tossed her aside like she meant nothing. She wished she’d never come back here with him, even though it had been the best night of her life.

Jayda cried harder when she remembered him leaving some cash on the nightstand. He’d turned what she’d thought was special into something disgusting. She should never have given herself to him.

After having a good cry, Jayda took a long, hot shower. She dried off with a fresh towel. Unconsciously, she took a glance at the mirror in front of her and gasped. The marks of their passion covered her breasts and belly, a reminder that Sebastian had touched her there and everywhere else.

How could he have the nerve to act like she was the one out to get something from him when he’d been the one who invited her here? He’d been the one to seduce her, to take her virginity, then leave her covered in love bites!

Jayda went back into the room. She noticed Sebastian did not take the money he left on the nightstand. She picked up her dress and underwear from the floor, put them on, and reached for her purse and the money.

She left the money at the reception desk for it to be delivered to Sebastian Miller along with a short note and headed home.

On a normal Saturday, Jayda spent time cleaning her apartment and working from home throughout the day, but she was in no mood to do anything. She just wished she could see Sebastian Miller one more time so she could cut off his balls. He was the most ruthless person she had ever come across.

Her stomach growled, but she ignored it. Despite the long shower she’d taken, she could still smell him on her and still taste him. Not even a long soak in her bathtub could get it off of her.

Finally, she gave up, got out of the tub, and went in search of something to wear. She settled for shorts and a tank top. She put her hair in a messy bun and applied some ointments to the marks on her body.

She went back into her room, gulped down a bottle of water, and climbed into her bed. She hoped to sleep off her anger and hopefully feel better when she woke up. Maybe when she did, this would all turn out to be a nightmare.

Her dreams turned quickly into visions of a tall, handsome man wearing a scowl...a man she couldn’t get away from, no matter how much she tried...