ng, the penthouse w

er eyes were wide open, staring at the dark ceiling. She hadn't slept a

Gregory's breathing was deep, heavy, and rhythmi

olled over. She let her arm

weight, but his eyes remained shut. His face was

ushed the silk duvet off her legs, moving

bare feet sank into the plus

the dark, until she reached his nightstand. The bedroom was so qu

n the wireless charging

tly as she picked it up. S

lock screen flared in the

the top edge of the phone, shielding

up. The key

ars. He was so arrogant, so confident in her blind trust, that he had

traight to the iMessage app. Her t

d under the name 'Art Dept - Project K'. The label was innocuous, almost boring. But Arianna knew every p

ped the

aw was a cartoon stic

tonight. I need a

ed with a ten-sec

She scrolled up, her thumb swiping quickly over the

ment bathroom, wearing a sheer black lace slip. Her auburn hair fell over her ba

e new outfit?

made Arianna's

enace. I wish I wa

it painfully into her palms. A cold sweat broke out across he

keep scrolling. She ne

ion shifted t

the UI meeting today, Cristy

e sat there in st

o do is code. Trust me, she's just as s

ic tang of blood. Her chest heaved. Her hand was shaking so badly she

of her silk pajama pants a

ing sure the flash and sou

e photo. She took a picture of his mocking texts. She scrolled and sn

She locked his phone and placed it exactly as she found it o