Since that moment in the car—since she'd called him Master and then immediately had a complete meltdown about what that meant—Ashley had done everything possible to avoid him. Played the perfect role of Madison's loyal friend who definitely didn't have deeply complicated feelings about her friend's boyfriend.
Smiled and laughed and acted totally normal while pretending that Rolls-Royce-confession had never fucking happened.
Peter hadn't pushed. Had respected the boundary she'd drawn when she'd texted asking for time to process. Had acted like the whole thing was forgotten, like they could go back to being friendly acquaintances who occasionally made small talk at group events.
But he sure as fuck hadn't been sitting around doing nothing.
No.
He'd been planning. Carefully. Meticulously. Building the perfect trap in the perfect location for the perfect moment to end this bullshit silence and show Ashley exactly what happened when you stopped running from truths that terrified you.
