The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains of the Lockwood penthouse, casting a golden glow over the room. Grace stirred beneath the covers, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind like a vivid dream.
Thirty days.
Her heart fluttered at the thought. She had agreed to Alex's bet, fully aware that it was a dangerous game. She knew better than to let her guard down, especially with him. But there was something undeniably intoxicating about the challenge, about the possibility of surrendering to the simmering tension between them.
A knock on her bedroom door startled her out of her thoughts.
“Grace?” Alex's deep voice called from the other side.
Her pulse quickened. She sat up, smoothing her hair with her hands. “Come in.”
The door opened slowly, and Alex s
