Chapter 67. Like You Were Lovers

Hermes POV

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

The words tear out of me the moment the door clicks shut. She’s gone, finally, and I’m left sitting here, staring at the empty space where June Alexander just stood.

A fucking secret relationship! That’s what she asked for. Out of every goddamn possibility, she tossed that one into my lap.

I knew with time she’d come around, see me for what I was— better than whatever worthless trash she almost made warm her bed.

I expected an apology eventually, maybe a confession she didn’t know better, but this? A proposal for a secret fuck? That wasn’t on my fucking bingo card. And the worst part—that had me off guard. For the rarest time, I wasn’t the one in control.

I’ve seen shameless before, every shade of it, painted on women who thought their bodies were bargaining chips, but June’s brand of shameless? It’s different, and oddly dangerous. It seems like the type of shameless that slips under your skin and ma