The light from the morning sun blinded my eyes, forcing me to squint as I woke up in an unfamiliar room. For a split second, I panicked, my heart racing as I tried to remember where I was. Then, the events of last night crashed into my mind. I buried my face in the silk pillows, blushing at the memories of Eric’s demands and the way I had surrendered to them. My body ached—a deep, heavy soreness—but it was the good kind.
I checked the bedside clock. It was almost ten in the morning, nearing midday. I had slept longer than I ever had since Finn was born.
The room was vacant, the air still and quiet. I knew instinctively that Eric wasn't around; the "CEO" version of him probably had meetings that started at dawn. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest, and saw a small piece of statione
