Christian's POV

I couldn't get the image of her out of my mind. Hannah dancing at the bar, a man's hand resting on her waist as if he had any right to touch her. The scene was burned into my brain, each frame replaying in slow motion. I had come here to surprise her, to propose. Everything had been planned so perfectly. But now, all I could think about was the fire of jealousy coursing through my veins.

The moment we entered the hotel room, the door slammed shut behind us ...