Chapter 6. How Regret Tastes

Teyana’s POV

“Oh, you didn’t tell me you have a stepsister, babe,” his fiancée said, her perfectly lined cat eyes scrutinizing me closely, then lingering a bit on the shirt on me. Her man’s shirt.

What was I even still doing here? My heart was beating fast. A second more, and I would embarrass myself. I walked fast past them, past her sugary perfume, her flirty laughter, and ran up the stairs.

The moment I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and sank to the floor, my hand holding my pounding chest.

What have I done?

I was still sore between my legs, my body still tingling with his touches. I still smelled like his soap. I…still felt new. Like a woman, but a heartbroken shattered woman.

Jeremy has a fiancée?

Then…what we had earlier meant nothing to him? No way. He had a painting of me in his room. Why did he paint me naked? Why did he go all the way with me?

He cared right?

It was the girl who kissed him earlier, he d