An arm draped along my waist and a warm body compressed to me from behind had me confused when I woke up. I remembered I was sleeping alone on this bed, so who was this man behind me? Did Luther transfer here from the guest room last night?
When I turned around to face him, I was aghast upon seeing the man who wasn’t Luther but Howard. What was he doing here? How did he find out about this mansion? And how in the world did he get in? Who let him in or did he break in without the bodyguards knowing?
Before I could come up with even a single answer, the door banged open. My head snapped in the door’s direction, and my heart pounded in fear and horror upon seeing who the intruder was—Luther. His jaw was jutted forward, nose flared up, eyes narrowed with pupils contracted into tiny slits, e
