"Because that's all you are, Lila. A toy. A joke. Something to play with and throw away when we're done."
Her throat tightened, and before she could stop it, warmth spilled down her cheeks... not the kind she could fake.
"Mike, please... " Her voice cracked, all performance gone, leaving only raw desperation. "I..."
"Save it." Mike cut her off with a gesture. "I don't want to hear another word from your lying mouth."
He turned toward the door, then paused, looking back over his shoulder.
"You want to know what I really think? What Alex and I talked about while you were so busy playing your little games?"
Lila couldn't answer. Couldn't breathe.
"We laughed," Mike said simply. "We actually fucking laughed. At how obvious you were. How predictable. How pathetically desperate you became."
His eyes swept over her naked form with casual disgust.
He turned on his heel... sharp, decisive, final... and walked out of the door.
