Racheal feared she may faint again. The memory of the whole checking-she-was-chaste experience felt suffocating.
She hurried out of the suite and her guards joined her, Steffan’s own guards remained outside the door to the presidential suite.
She got into the elevator and rode down to the large hallway, the one that connected all parts of the villa together. She was walking out of the elevator when she heard someone call behind her,
“Racheal.”
She spun at the voice.
“Delbert.” She said in surprise as she saw him standing behind her.
It appeared he had been waiting. For her? How did he know she would come down here?
Delbert looked charming in a pair of denim and white T-shirt, his skin glowed against the lights that lit up the hallway.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, hug
