MIRABELLA.
I woke up in a strange room.
The room was luxurious, decorated in shades of black, silver, and cream. Every piece of furniture looked expensive, from the crystal chandelier hanging above to the polished marble floors beneath my feet.
The king-sized bed I was lying on was unbelievably soft. The sheets felt like silk against my skin.
I inhaled slowly. Lavender. My favourite scent.
A small smile tugged at my lips before my stomach growled loudly.
"Starving?"
The deep voice made me jump. I turned around so fast that my neck nearly snapped. My eyes landed on Derek.
He was sitting casually in a chair near the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
His dark hair was messy, as if he'd been running his hands through it all night. He was shirtless, his muscular body exposed, revealing tattoo
