The humid summer night wrapped itself around the Voss estate like a secret that refused to stay hidden. Lanterns glowed along the long driveway and across the sprawling marble terraces, casting golden light over guests dressed in designer gowns and tailored suits. Laughter and clinking glasses floated on the thick air, but Freya Voss felt none of it. Her pulse was already racing for an entirely different reason.
She stepped out of the black town car, the thin white sundress clinging to her body from the moment the warm breeze touched her skin. At twenty-two, Freya had grown into a woman who turned heads without trying. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the delicate fabric, n*****s already tightening from the humid night and the knowledge of who waited inside. The dress hugged her n
