Ximena (Valentina)
*Trigger warning ahead for some*
The moment his words sank in, my body froze. How the hell had he found me? How the fück was he in my hotel room? A wave of regret hit me, wishing I’d insisted Jacob come up with me. I slid my phone into my back pocket and slowly turned around. There he was, leaning against the wall with one foot braced on it, that smug grin stretched across his face. How had I ever fallen for this man? He was nothing like Jacob. Not in any way that mattered.
He was the epitome of a privileged, entitled rich boy—golfing with his parents at some country club. But worse. So much worse. He was cloaked in black, his FBI-issued weapon strapped to his waist, a ball cap casting shadows over his cold, unreadable eyes.
I forced myself to breathe, gathering ever
