Chapter 8
Amara’s POV
The question hung heavily in the steam, thick and suffocating. Raymond’s gaze was unyielding, a silver blade cutting right through the lingering haze of my pleasure. Being pinned against the marble wall by a man who could command an entire room with a whisper made the truth feel dangerous.
"He's my ex-husband now," I managed to choke out, my voice raspy as I looked away from his piercing eyes. "Or... he will be soon. It’s complicated."
I forced my eyes back to his, trying to project a confidence I didn't entirely possess. "I’ll tell you about it later. I promise."
Raymond didn't move for a long, agonizing beat. He gave me a look—sharp, calculating, and loaded with a silent awareness that told me he knew I was holding back. But he didn't press. Instead, the heavy
