Jessa turned her head toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window beside her. From there, she could see the vast ocean, the waves crashing onto the shore, and the breathtaking blend of orange and crimson hues from the setting sun. Birds soared freely across the sky.
It's calming and beautiful.
But she couldn't bring herself to appreciate the view.
Because she had a huge problem!
She woke up in a room she didn't recognize, with no idea whose place this was or where she even was. She didn't remember going on a trip! The last thing she recalled was stopping by a 7-Eleven to buy siopao-when suddenly, two men in black ski masks approached her and forcibly shoved her into a van.
She fought back. She kicked, scratched, and even pulled hair. But before she could do more, they made her inhale something foul-a chemical so strong that it knocked her unconscious.
And when she woke up... she was here.
The sound of the door unlocking made her snap to attention. She immediately pressed herself against the headboard. The door swung open, revealing a man carrying a tray of steaming hot food.
He wore Hawaiian board shorts and an open polo, leaving his broad, chiseled chest completely exposed. Her gaze drifted lower-right to those mouthwatering abs that looked so-Wait! No, no, erase that!
She should not be ogling this man. No matter how sinfully delicious his body looked, promising all sorts of forbidden pleasures!
Shit.
Forcing herself to look up, her blood boiled the moment she saw the smirk on his lips.
He looks like a devil.
A devil with a body that could make anyone worship him.
He stepped into the room, moving closer to her. In a flash, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. He dodged with ease-but in doing so, the tray slipped from his hands, sending its contents crashing to the floor.
"Fuucckk!!" His roar was so loud it practically shook the entire room.