28. Handsome liar.

I wake up feeling utterly blissful, a pleasant tenderness pulsing between my thighs. As the lingering haze of sleep fades, flashes of last night's passion hit me. Adrian's searing kisses, his calloused hands roaming my body, the delicious grind of his hardness against my core.

The way he tenderly kisses me going down to ravish my core and make me scream his name. The way I went down on him and drank all of his sweetness. I can't suppress the small smile that tugs at my lips. So, he was the mysterious stranger who I gave my virginity to at the club that wild night. It all makes sense now why his touch, his scent, felt so achingly familiar.

It was my boss all along.

Clearly things would definitely change after this.

But yet...something still doesn't add up. If Adrian was indeed my sensual partner from that evening, how can he also be confined to this wheelchair? My brow furrows as I try to reconcile that missing piece of the puzzle.

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I remember the vivid detai