“I’m not going to pressure you, Gianna,” he continued, and although his tone remained low, I noticed a different determination in his eyes, a maturity I’d never seen in him before. “I’m not going to talk about us, or New York, or contracts until you feel safe. If you need distance from me so you can breathe without fear, I’ll give it to you.”
He took a couple of steps back, heading toward the bedroom door, demonstrating with his actions that he was willing to relinquish control for the first time in his life.
“But I’m not leaving Istanbul,” he added, pausing before leaving. “I’m not going to leave you alone. I’m moving to the suite next door down this hall. My men will stay at the hotel entrance just to make sure no one bothers you, but I won’t cross this threshold again unless you allow
