A sharp blaring noise cuts through the silence in the bedroom and I jolt awake, pushing up, my heart pounding within my ribs out shock before I stretch out to the small clock on the nightstand and slum it off.
It was nine o'clock in the morning.
An aching throbbed behind my temples, a hangover from yesterday’s hours of crying on the bathroom floor, and the suffocating psychological warfare I had endured at that hotel. All which I had hoped were nightmares but weren’t.
Sighing, a smile stretches on my lips as a rush of victory flooded my veins.
I sat up in bed, my smile widening and spreading across my lips and face. For the first time in weeks, the crushing weight on my chest now felt a little lighter.
I had done it.
I had actually looked that notorious billionaire/ CEO Serge Mr. St
