Chapter 14 The Next Move – Control Or Surrender?

Celeste stepped into the private lounge, her heels clicking against the polished floor, the sound swallowed by the thick, velvety hush of the room. It wasn’t like the hotel. This space was more intimate, darker, carrying the kind of stillness that made every breath, every movement feel magnified. Dominic was already seated, legs stretched out in an easy sprawl, his hand lazily resting against the rim of a glass filled with amber liquid. He didn’t rise. He didn’t speak. He just watched her.