The elevator doors closed behind me with a soft hiss, but the sound echoed in my chest like a gunshot. My body was still humming—thighs trembling, lips swollen, the taste of him lingering like a bruise I couldn’t see.
But my mind…
My mind was nowhere near the hotel.
It was trapped in the glow of my phone screen, in the six words that had cracked something deep inside me:
You shouldn’t have gone to him. — Caden_88
The same fingers that had been gripping the lapels of Darius's suit minutes ago were now shaking. It didn’t make sense. Two men. Two sides. But one heartbeat. One presence.
I pressed the back of my head against the elevator wall, shutting my eyes as the floor numbers blinked downward.
Caden was gentle.
Darius was wildfire.
But tonight, both of them knew where I had been.
