Sharon's POV
The memory of that night was like a stubborn ghost, lingering in the corners of my mind no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Weeks had passed since that unexpected encounter with Douglas—a night that should never have happened, at least not in the way it did. My stupid plan to win Derrick over by any means had backfired, and I ended up drugged and in bed with a man I had never met before. Everything after the drugs took hold was a blur. His hands on my skin, his breath against my neck, the heat of his body pressing against mine.
It wasn't how I imagined a first encounter with someone would go, especially not with a stranger. But even now, I couldn't deny the spark I felt, the electricity that had passed between us, even through the haze of the drugs. The way he moved
