Ariana's pov
I left Nicholas' room around 4:30 am, walking out with my hands folded against my chest and my eyes cast downward. One thought kept repeating in my mind:
"You have failed."
Yes, I had failed. I couldn't resist the irresistible allure of Nicholas' presence when we were under the same roof. It was like the north and south poles of magnets, impossible to keep them apart when brought close together. Honestly, my conscience took the night off, and my physical desires were revealed in every touch from Nicholas. It was another moment of pleasure etched into my heart. But as I entered my room, I was surrounded by a cacophony of condemning voices.
"Why did you have to do that? What happened to your love for Margie? Is this why you came to this city? Haven't you had enough since
