Chapter 47. A Whore?

Freya POV

I stormed out of Ryder’s office, fury burning through my veins like wildfire. My hands were clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst.

How dare he?

What the hell did he think of me? A whore? A slut? A personal prostitute he could just claim whenever he wanted? What the fucking hell was wrong with him? He actually had the audacity to ask me — me— to be his personal plaything? Was he crazy? Or was I the crazy one for ever getting involved with a man like him?

Humiliation crashed over me in hot, suffocating waves. I felt disgusting. Dirty. Never in my entire life had I imagined I would be reduced to this. I was his stepson’s ex-fiancée, for crying out loud. What would the world say if they found out? That I broke up with the son and then became a slut for the father? How does that even sound? Disgusting. Grimy. Pathetic.

Hmph.

I was sure now, he had only made me his as