Vanessa stood before the ornate full-length mirror in her lavish bedroom, carefully adjusting the straps of her sleek evening dress. The deep emerald fabric hugged her curves, shimmering under the soft chandelier light as she prepared for the dinner. The door clicked open behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Win.
He approached slowly, his footsteps deliberate on the thick carpet. His eyes traced her reflection with dark hunger. “Dressing up again,” he murmured, voice low and edged with something dangerous. He stopped right behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body. His fingers brushed the zipper at the back of her dress, toying with it.
Vanessa met his gaze in the mirror. “Don’t start again, Win. You already know why I’m doing all this.”
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