The hotel corridor was quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning blending with the faint click of Bella’s heels against the marble floor. She clutched her towel tighter, trying to will her heart to calm down, to slow its frantic rhythm. The day had been long, the business meetings tense, and now she only wanted a few moments of solitude, a chance to breathe without the suffocating presence of Damien looming over her.
She fumbled with the key card, hands slightly trembling. The thought of stepping into the room, letting herself relax, was almost impossible with the memory of him hovering in her mind. His smirk, the way his eyes lingered on her curves, the dangerous thrill of his presence—it was relentless. Every encounter with him left her frazzled, her composure stretched thin.
Finally
