SELENE’S POV The housekeeper let me in without saying a word. She was middle-aged, quiet, and calm. She showed me to a room upstairs and didn’t ask who I was or why I was here. The room was cold and spotless, the kind of luxury I’d only ever seen in movies. “Don said you should wait here,” the housekeeper said, then left, shutting the door behind her. I stripped out of the dress and heels, folded them neatly, and climbed into the bed. I didn’t cover myself. I lay back, naked, tense, and waiting. I watched videos on videos on my phone for minutes. Then hours. The longer I waited, the more my thoughts spiraled. I replayed everything that happened over dinner: his hands on me, the remote in the restaurant, the things he’d said. I shifted on the bed, aching for something, anything, but he didn’t come. At first, I thought he was testing me. Seeing how long I could wait. But by midnight, I wasn’t sure. I heard voices downstairs. They were muffled at first, then clearer. A woman’s v
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