Vanessa’s POV

The soft hum of the air conditioner was the first thing she heard when she stirred awake. The curtains were half drawn, letting in streaks of ray that cut across the marble floor. The penthouse was quiet, almost too quiet, and for a second, Vanessa forgot where she was.

Her body still felt heavy from sleep, her limbs warm beneath the silky sheets. She stretched lazily, her hand instinctively moving over the curve of her stomach. The touch grounded her, reminded her of ...