ISABELLE
The house was dark when we arrived, just the automatic lights clicking on as Matt unlocked the front door and gestured for me to enter first.
I stepped inside, and even in the dim lighting, I could tell this place was different from the penthouse where we’d first met, different from the estate where I’d spent last night. This felt… lived in. Personal.
The foyer opened into a massive living space—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights in the distance, modern furniture that looked both expensive and comfortable, artwork on the walls that seemed carefully chosen rather than just decorative.
“This is beautiful,” I said quietly, taking it all in.
“Thank you.” He closed the door behind us, the lock clicking into place with a finality that made my pulse quicken.
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