ONE WILD NIGHT
in that soft space between sleep and waking, surrounded by quiet luxury that didn't belong to me. The bed was
ushed in like
l
balc
is whole life to find. The intensity of his eyes when I told him about Mom, how they had filled with under
half-smile that made the world fall away. But the other side of the bed was empty, the
written on thick hotel stationery in elegan
a
arly for famil
most honest conver
t was ext
le
if I'd been a service. And "family obligations"? T
. Every muscle ached with the sweet soreness of discovery. My thighs were tender
city below, morning traffic crawling like ants. An empty champagne bottle sat on the table beside two crystal glas
ast night, it had almost felt like it could
caught sight of myself in the mirror and froze. My hair was wild, my makeup smudged, dark marks blooming across my collarbone. But be
layed everything: his trembling hands unzipping my dress, the reverence in his touch, the way he'd he
e nightstand told
s and noise. By the time I stepped into my do
ing up from her desk. "You actually did
urned. "H
ied for the first time in her life. Also..." She pointed at
rough me at the memory of how he'd found that spot, how I'd a
d?" Zoe's t
he'd touched me like I mattered, how he'd kissed me until I forgot my
spered. "It w
look like you'r
just..." My throat closed. "...just an experien
d, rubbing my back. "Maya,
heirs fall for broke schol
it. Billionaire heir? Maya... w
Alex. Tall, dark hair, perfect sui
ed. "Describ
w, like he was carved out of stone. Dark eyes that see
umbling for her laptop. Her fi
voice trembling. "
I pulled m
nt white. "
y chest t
me. "Maya, I think you sl
his arm looped around a blonde woman who looked like she'd stepped straight out of a glossy ma
ander Stone III and fiancée Victoria Bla
scraped from my thro
you slept with a Stone. And not just
man on his arm. Victoria Blackwell was everything I wasn't-soph
t night hadn't been a fairy tale. It h
ands, one thought whispered through the
omeone like Victoria Blackwell