Hazel emerged from the washroom, her bathrobe draped around her as she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her mind buzzed with the weight of Francisco's words, the vulgar proposal echoing in her thoughts. With furrowed brows, she touched her forehead, grappling with the difficult decision looming before her.

As she pondered her next move, her gaze turned steely as she fixed her stern eyes on the door, determination burning within her.

Francisco, on the other side of the door in his ...