CASEY.
Caesar was corrupt.
He always got what he wanted, whether it was with charm, force, or that infuriating confidence. And now he was corrupting me.
I couldn't think straight. Not with his hands all over me. Not with his mouth pressed to mine as if he owned me like he had the right.
So when he finally pulled away and I caught a breath of air, I blurted, "I need to use the toilet."
"Okay," he said easily, stepping back and giving me space like it meant nothing.
I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom. It wasn't until I was inside that I realized I actually needed to pee. Everything else had been a blur. A haze of heat and confusion. I freshened up, pulled on my clothes, and stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to piece myself together.
You can't do this, I told myself. Not again. Not after everything.
I nodded once, firming my resolve. You're going to go back in there, kick him out, and take back your sanity.
