Bianca’s POV
I held my breath until I was certain he was gone—until I heard his engine rev and then fade outside, and Darien checked through the curtains to ensure he wasn’t f*****g with us.
“Alright,” Darien muttered, shutting the blinds. “He’s gone.”
Only then did I crawl out from under the bed, heart pounding. I took a moment to sit on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed with my hand pressed to my chest.
“That was close, baby,” Darien said, sitting beside me. “Too close.”
“Don’t call me that.” I shoved his hand away from my shoulder and stood, dusting myself off. This felt like a wake-up call; coming here, to this shitty hotel in the middle of the night, was already humiliating enough—but having to hide under the f*****g bed?
What kind of a princess woul
