Two days passed before Brianna dared to breathe again.Not freely, never freely, but without the constant tremor of fear shaking her hands. The bruises had faded beneath the sleeves of the silk robe Jordan had left on the chair, but the ache in her body lingered, a quiet reminder of the invisible chains that bound her.
He had been gone since morning, leaving behind only his phone charger on the desk and his cologne in the air, heavy, masculine, inescapable. She had heard the door close, the click of his shoes echoing down the corridor, and only then did she let herself exhale.
The note on the table read simply:Meeting. Do not leave.
She had read it five times. Every word felt like a hand tightening around her throat.
The suite was silent except for the low hum of the city outside, the f
