Daisy
The air inside Enrique’s villa was cool, touched with the faint scent of cedar and something darker… leather, smoke… maybe him. My heels clicked against polished stone as I trailed behind him, my eyes darting everywhere.
It wasn’t just a house. It was a statement. Again, it was so out of tune with the man I thought he was.
Vaulted ceilings arched high, their beams hewn from aged oak. A grand staircase curved upward like something out of a storybook, while warm light from modern fixtures pooled across sleek black floors. But it was the silence of the place that struck me most, like the villa itself belonged to him, and only him.
My lips quirked. “Not the humble bungalow I imagined for you, Mr Yama.”
Enrique didn’t slow. His stride was long, purposeful, his silence infuriating.
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