Elena's POV:
My mind was made up. I wasn't going to cry anymore over Kane or let myself wallow in the pain he caused. If he didn't care enough to stop himself from disrespecting me like that, then I had no reason to keep holding on. I deserved more—someone who would cherish me and only me. And if I couldn't have love, I could at least have control.
Having made up my mind, I strode through the gates, my plan solidifying with every step. A shower, something sexy—something that screamed untouchable—and then the club. What better place to find someone willing to help me drown my frustration in a night of no-strings-attached pleasure?
The thought filled me with a mix of resolve and rebellion. If he thought I'd roll over like a beaten pup, he had another thing coming.
As I neared the house, I spotted him sitting on the porch. Kane. His posture was tense, his head snapping up the moment he saw me. Was that relief on his face?
