Chapter 20

Quintessa bolted to the bathroom in search of a bathrobe, but a glance in the mirror stopped her dead in her tracks. She cursed aloud, “Holy shit, you asshole!”

Her body was covered in love bites, scattered everywhere like a field of wildflowers in bloom, even on her back, her behind, and the top of her feet. Quintessa’s skin was fair, the kind that would redden at the slightest pinch and stay that way for a while. Now, with so many marks, who knew how long they’d take to fade.

But she didn’t feel violated. There was soreness, sure, but damn it, they were bite marks. Which meant that someone had nibbled her all over without actually taking a bite.

Quintessa clenched her teeth. That freaking pervert. Whoever did this had to be seriously twisted to engage in such a disgusting act.

She felt an itch at the root of her teeth as she went to look for her phone, only to find it gone. She growled, kicking the table in frustration. Her phone had been swiped.

Quintessa called the front desk and had them contact her friend Violet to bring her some. clothes.

half–hour wait,

already in a huff, “For heaven’s sake, Quintessa, what’s gotten into you? I’ve been calling you non–stop, and you didn’t pick

the bundle of clothes thrown at her, “Someone took

the marks on Quintessa’s neck and her face went

what the hell happened last night? If you didn’t want to sleep with that Hans guy, you should’ve told me. No one forced you. But you, you

a word, leaving Hans

was seriously pissed at her.

told me to follow him, promising me the lead role in ‘Whispers

of Violet, who gasped at the sight of Quintessa’s marked skin, “Jesus Christ, you believed that? Look at the mess you’re in now. You’ve been basically taken

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she just dressed and rubbed her

up, “Who?”

her heart. Though she and Violet used

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