The next morning, Skylar woke up with a pounding headache and immediately realized something was off. She wasn’t in her home. Where was she? Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room—a bedroom with dark curtains and even darker walls. Panic set in as she quickly sat up, her hand pressing against her throbbing head.
She slid off the bed and stepped out of the room, only to discover she was in a luxurious penthouse. Confusion hit her like a wave. Whose place was this? As her mind raced, she hadn’t yet noticed that she wasn’t wearing her own clothes.
Skylar’s footsteps halted abruptly when she spotted Kai in the kitchen, casually preparing breakfast. He was setting dishes on the counter, completely at ease.
"What am I doing here?" she demanded, her voice sharp with frustration.
Kai looke
