At seven in the morning, The first rays of dawn streamed into the opulent private room, washing over Meirah as she stirred in her sleep. She could feel a throb of pain at her temples. The cold emptiness of the hotel room sent shivers down her spine, a painful reminder of her isolation. Her memories of the previous night were clear—too clear—every detail etched into her mind. As she sat down, a sense of dread washed over her, recalling how she and Lucian had been drugged, resulting in intimacy between them—a guilt-ridden pit formed in her stomach.
Meirah gazed at the table in front of her. There was an empty glass of their last night's drink placed on it. The very sight of it made her remember the memories of the previous night,
She wasn't expecting this to happen. s*x with Lucian… What w
