The ride felt endless and after what felt like forever, the ride slowed. I glanced out the window and my stomach dropped. We were far from the city. There were tall iron gates just like I had seen online, Zac’s estate. The gates opened automatically, and the Escalade rolled in. The house was larger than I had imagined. It was sleek, glassy and cold just like its owner. When the car pulled to a halt, the man in black turned and said quietly, “We’re here, Miss Ackerman.” He got out, opened my door and extended his hand politely. I glared at it, then at him. “I can walk by myself,” I muttered and got out of the car. He opened the front door and gestured for me to enter.I hesitated. “Is he in there?” He nodded.The house was quiet. The smell of expensive wood and some other scent hung in the air. I could almost hear my footsteps against the marble floor.Then I saw him. Zac stood at the end of the hallway, his hands in his pockets casually, watching me. He looked calm and w
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