Evidence

Riley

"Then build your muscle." He released me and took my face into his hands. "Resist him and do what I've taught you to do."

"And what about you? Do you want me to resist you too? Were you bullshitting me the other day back at the studio?" The path my questioning was leading us down was dangerous. I respected Clay. I was in awe of him. I was in love with Ethan. In complete lust with him.

I hated myself for all of it. It was all a mistake.

"Yes. Resist me too, Riley. You have to." He leaned down and kissed me as someone cleared their throat in the background.

I jerked out of his hold and turned to find Deza standing a few feet from me. "I'm headed back to the studio if you need a ride."

"She doesn't," Clayton answered for me. "She's riding with me."

Deza nodded once and turned, walking back down the hall. I wasn't sure if I wanted to stop her. With the charade she and Ethan had been playing since day one, nothing really mattered anymore anyways.

"I love him. Not you." I glanced back