I wiped my hands on my robe and walked toward the front door, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and dread. As soon as the door opened, I stopped in my tracks, and for a moment, I almost forgot how to breathe. There he was, standing in the doorway, dressed in all black. He looked like a walking shadow—dark, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. His black tailored suit fit him like a glove, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his tanned skin, and the hair, the hair! made him look like he’d stepped out of some mafia movie. But of course, he wasn’t acting—he was the real thing.He glanced at me, and I cleared my throat, trying to snap myself out of it.Jessica, who had been lounging on the couch like she owned the place, stood up, giggling like some giddy teenager, and walked over to him. "I brought cake to celebrate your victory over Donovan," she said, her voice high and sweet. I blinked, my mind trying to catch up. Donovan? Who’s Donovan? Whoever he was, he must be
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