The heavy wooden door of the private hotel suite closed with a sharp click.
Hazel stood frozen in the center of the dark, luxurious room. The silent car ride from the office to this hotel was a blur of fear. She hadn't dared to look at him the entire way.
Now, they were completely alone.
Nicholas didn't shout. He didn't yell at her for being in Oliver’s car. Instead, he slowly took off his black suit jacket and threw it on the sofa. He walked towards her, his dark eyes locked onto her face.
Hazel’s heart hammered in her chest. She took a step back, but her back hit the cold wall. She was trapped.
Nick stepped directly in front of her. He was so close that she could smell his expensive cologne. He didn't look angry. He looked dangerously in control.
"I gave you one simple rule, Hazel,
