Sophia’s POV

The door clicked shut behind me, and the silence of the hotel room pressed in. I peeled off my dress with a sharp tug, the zipper scraping down my spine like a reminder of everything that had gone wrong tonight.

Doman’s voice still echoed in my head. I thought he would be proud. I thought sabotaging one of Dami’s biggest contracts would prove that I was serious. Instead, he yelled at me like I was a child.

Now, standing there in nothing but my underwear, I felt stupid for ...