Elara returned home first, her heart pounding from the wild night at the club. Her heels echoed softly against the marble floor as she kicked them off and rushed to the kitchen, thrilled and restless.
Maya had already left, insisting on celebrating privately, leaving Elara alone with her swirling thoughts. She tried to push aside the chaos—the confrontation, the piercing stares, Elena’s daring presence—and the sensation of eyes fixated on her while dancing with Leon.
Suddenly, the front door swung open, making her freeze.
Aaron stepped inside, his posture tense and commanding. His gaze swept the room—and then stopped cold.
Elara refused to look at him. She didn’t need to.
“Who was that?” His voice was calm but carried an undeniable intensity, making her shiver.
She turned just slight
