The Wrong Woman… Or the Right One?

Chapter 2: The Wrong Woman

Lana – POV

The warm water runs down my shoulders as I close my eyes under the shower.

For a moment, everything feels peaceful.

No meetings.

No contracts.

No pressure.

Just the sound of water and the faint hum of the city outside.

Dubai at night never really sleeps.

I reach for the shampoo when suddenly—

A sound.

My eyes snap open.

Did I hear something?

Maybe it’s just the air conditioner.

Or maybe the alcohol from the party is still making my head fuzzy.

I shake it off and rinse the soap from my hair.

But then—

The bathroom door creaks open.

My heart jumps.

Hello?

I freeze.

“Hello?” I call out cautiously.

No answer.

My pulse starts racing.

I quickly grab a towel and wrap it around myself before stepping out of the shower.

Steam fills the room, blurring the mirror and the glass.

Then I see him.

A tall man standing near the bathroom door.

Water drips from my hair as I stare at him in shock.

“What are you doing in my room?!” I demand.

For a moment, he doesn’t speak.

He just looks at me.

His dark eyes narrow slightly as if something isn’t adding up.

“You’re not Selene,” he says slowly.

My eyebrows pull together.

“Selene? Who is Selene?” I snap.

The man runs a hand through his hair, clearly irritated.

He looks around the bathroom, then back at me again.

Something shifts in his expression.

Confusion.

Realization.

“This isn’t my room,” he mutters.

I cross my arms tightly over the towel.

“You think?” I say sharply.

My heart is pounding now.

Because the man standing in front of me is tall… broad-shouldered… and extremely handsome in a dangerous kind of way.

But that doesn’t change the fact that he just walked into my hotel room.

“Get out,” I say firmly.

He studies me again, this time more carefully.

His gaze moves over my wet hair, my bare shoulders, the towel wrapped around my body.

For some reason, that look makes my stomach tighten.

“You’re not Selene,” he repeats.

“No, I’m not,” I reply.

A small smirk appears on his lips.

“Good.”

I blink.

“What?”

He exhales slowly, almost like he’s relieved.

“You have no idea how lucky you are.”

“Lucky?” I scoff. “A stranger just walked into my room and you think I’m lucky?”

He finally steps back toward the door.

“Relax,” he says calmly. “I thought this was my suite.”

“Clearly it’s not.”

“Clearly.”

For a moment, silence hangs between us.

Then he gives me one last look.

But this time it feels… different.

Intense.

Like he’s memorizing my face.

“Well,” he says, opening the door, “goodnight… whoever you are.”

Then he walks out.

Just like that.

The door closes behind him.

I stand there frozen for several seconds before finally exhaling.

“What the hell just happened?”

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Ethan – POV

I close the door behind me and lean against the wall in the hallway.

That…

Was not Selene.

Not even close.

Selene is polite. Proper. Predictable.

But the woman I just saw inside that bathroom?

Wet hair.

Sharp eyes.

Fierce attitude.

Completely different.

I run a hand down my face and let out a quiet laugh.

“Well… that’s new.”

Then I push myself off the wall and start walking down the hallway.

But halfway to the elevator…

I stop.

Because suddenly one thought hits me.

Hard.

I turn slowly back toward the door of her suite.

My eyes narrow.

“I want her.”