Chapter 72
Riley
I stared at the sleek black card in my hand, chest still heaving, c.u.m slowly leaking from my wrecked asshole onto the cold marble floor.
Ian Westcliffe
Westcliffe? As in Sebastian Westcliffe? Poppy’s ridiculously hot stepdad?
No fucking way. It had to be a coincidence, right? Westcliffe wasn’t exactly the most common...