Chapter 52 52. Screwing Up the Contract

Michele stood beside the king‑size bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm amber hue over the rumpled silk sheets. The air in the suite was thick with the scent of sandalwood and a faint trace of Hazel’s vanilla perfume, mingling now with the musk of his own cologne. 

He had been watc...

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