Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Elsa

James’s face went pale as he quickly moved away from me.

“Mr. Stone, I didn’t think- James stammered, but Drake had already wrenched open the car door, his scent filled with murderous intent.

I seized my chance, shoving the car door open and stumbling out, nearly falling as my legs threatened to give way beneath me.

“Fucking dog!” I hissed under my breath, rage and humiliation burning through me like acid. My torn blouse hung open, my skirt hiked indecently high, and I could feel my face swelling where James had struck me when I’d fought back.

I felt Drake’s gaze on me, and assessing as he took in my disheveled clothing and bruised face. I tried to button what remained of my blouse, but my trembling fingers couldn’t manage even this simple task. The shame of being seen like this by him-by anyone-made me