Justin POV:
As soon as I hit the highway, I pushed the gas down hard. The tires screeched, the world blurred, and for a moment, I felt weightless. Free. But even the wind couldn't blow the image of June out of my head.
Her voice. Her scent. Her laugh.
Fuck.
I thought sleeping with Pretty Cat again would be like slipping into an old habit, but now that I'd had June for real, everything felt off-kilter. Would I be disappointed? Would the fantasy shatter under the weight of reality?
But maybe I didn't need fantasy anymore. Maybe I just needed something to hurt the way she hurt me. Maybe that was enough.
I pulled into the hidden entrance of the Redbull Club. The valet didn't say a word—just took my keys and nodded. Everyone knew me here. Knew not to ask questions.
