THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
I used to fall asleep to the sound of her typing, the soft clicks echoing in the quiet room, whispering promises to myself that one day, I’d pay her back for everything.
Now she barely blinked at money. She was married to Tyler—a billionaire sailor who disappeared into the sea for months. This time, though, he was home. Six whole months. His presence filled the house in a way that made the air feel heavier, charged.
I’d finished my master’s, and for the first time in forever, I was breathing again. Just staying here with her, in this quiet space, felt like catching up on all the lost years. My shoulders relaxed a fraction just thinking about it. Modeling was next—my dream. So close I could t