SAMANTHA POV
"It was late Saturday night, and I couldn't sleep. I glanced at my cellphone; it was 1:25 am. Despite the heater being turned up to the highest setting, the room remained unbearably cold. I decided to head to the living room for some coffee—I had noticed the massive coffee machine earlier in the day. Slipping on my slippers, I quietly made my way downstairs.
As I entered the living room, I froze. Someone was there. Dread filled me as I considered the possibilities: the head chef or Dominic. Desperately, I whispered a prayer, hoping not to encounter either of them
"Good morning, sir," I said as I walked into the living room. Dominic stood near the fireplace, his hair casually styled. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, his intense gaze fixed on the flames.
"Good morning,
