Chapter 20

EVE.

I rushed into the bathroom as soon as we arrived at the hotel. God, the door hadn't even clicked shut behind me before I let out a long exhale. I couldn't believe the kind of air I had been holding back. I was breathing through a straw, and I think my lungs were ready to sue me for emotional damage.

I was feeling suffocated throughout the entire flight.

Saint kept his eyes on me the whole time without even as much as looking away for more than a second. The same way he kept looking at me on our first night together.

And Saint's stare isn't just a stare.

It's a scalpel.

It cuts, peels, and probes.

It digs into your skin, peels back your dignity, and quietly whispers to your shame, "You’re next.”

His looks had a way of degrading someone and stripping them of every shred of confidence they thought they had.

It felt like he was dissecting me piece by piece, scanning every layer of my entire being and reaching out to the depths of my secrets no one had access to. That's exactly what i