"Do not move, wife. Stay on the white sheets. In black and diamonds."
Seth's voice was low, possessive, dangerous. He stood up from the white silk sheets, his black tuxedo messy, bow tie hanging loose, white shirt open at the collar, hair messy from my hands, dark red lipstick smeared on his mouth.
I lay on the white silk sheets, my black gown pooled around my hips, half off, strapless fallen, my diamond choker sparkling, my bare shoulders and back exposed, my high ponytail messy, my dark red lips parted, my heart pounding so loud I was sure the intercom could hear it.
On the intercom screen on the nightstand, Isabella Laurent was waiting in our private elevator lobby, fifty second floor, eleven PM, in her white Dior dress from the gala, perfect blonde hair, perfect makeup, holding a sm
