She Is The Queen
tions like this. She was a ruthless billionaire, known for her cunning busine
en invited to a house party by a acquaintance, and
alized that maybe she had made a mistake. She had dru
iet place to collect herself. But as she reached the
against hers. Quinn's eyes flew open, and she tried
the moment intensified, the realization hit her, and a wave of apprehension swept over her. What would t
into the guest room. She slammed the door shut b
d? She didn't even kn
alm herself down. She looked around the ro
the curtain to welcome in some fresh air. Gazing out into the nig
they found out about her drunken escapade
er pocket, and she retrieved it, gla
You're supposed to be a
en about the meeting. She quickly typed out a respo
a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair
self. She would get through this. She would for
she caught a glimpse of the person she had kissed. He was sta
a feeling that this was not
emanded, trying to k
g out his hand. "I'm A
g to make her way down the sta
night air, Quinn couldn't shake the feeling that her li
on his face. He had no idea who Quinn was, but
lp but feel a sense of excitement. He had a feeling that
underestimated. With an indomitable spirit and unwavering determination, sh
lay in her spacious bedroom, surrounded by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Quinn found it impossible to shake the unsettling sensation that fate