Ava's POV The stranger from last night stood at the room door. He was dressed casually, but nothing about him looked ordinary. His brown hair was a little messy, falling slightly over his forehead in a way that made him look more handsome. His dark grey eyes met mine, calm and unreadable, yet so striking that I couldn't look away. There was something quiet and powerful about him, like he didn't need to say much to be noticed. I swallowed hard, lowering my eyes as I snapped myself out of my reverie. “Good morning,” I whispered, my voice cracking under his sharp gaze. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, his tone cold and firm. “Yes, I did. Thanks,” I responded. “You should dress up and come out for breakfast.” I responded with a bob of my head, my mouth unable to form words for some reason I couldn't fathom. Behind him, I caught a glimpse of the rest of the presidential suite. It was huge and elegant, filled with warm lighting and soft colours that I hadn't realise
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