Josie
Michelle's smirk was enough to make my skin crawl.
"You were the one who set him up!" I screamed, my voice raw with fury. My hands were clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. "You did this, Michelle! You've been smug ever since it happened—like you were proud of it!"
Michelle didn't flinch. Her lips curved into a cruel, triumphant smile as she folded her arms across her chest and stared down her nose at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum. "You're such a damn idiot, Josie," she sneered. "No one forces a man to drop his pants. If Kiel got caught with them down, then maybe, just maybe, he wanted it."
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath hitched, my mouth went dry, and for a moment, I stood there—completely still. Then the heat rushed to my head, and I turned on my heel and stormed off.
I needed proof. I needed something. Anything.
