Rachel’s POV.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and my heart dropped at the sight of Darius seated on the bed.

He was staring at me with an intensity that made me feel exposed.

I clutched my towel tightly around me, trying to cover myself up. His steel grey eyes burnt through me, making me feel vulnerable.

My heart rate escalated as I tried to gather my thoughts together and keep my cool.

What the hell was he doing here?

And why would Diana let ...