Isla Calloway woke to the sound of soft rain tapping against the glass windows, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air.
For a moment, she forgot where she was.
For a moment, she forgot everything.
Then she shifted beneath the silk sheets, her body aching in the best way possible, and the memories of last night came rushing back.
Lucas Reyes.
His hands. His mouth. His whispered words in the dark.
Her surrender.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe.
Because this?
This wasn’t just about revenge or convenience anymore.
This was real.
And that?
That scared her more than anything.
The bedroom door cracked open, and Lucas stepped inside, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
"Good morning, Calloway," he murmured, holding out a steaming cup of coffee.
Isla sat up, clutching
