Tessa stepped out of the bathroom wearing that ridiculous pajama set. She still didn’t understand why she had to wear something like this at this hour.

Her gaze dropped to the floor, where that pervert had been lying earlier. Unconscious, covered in blood, surrounded by broken glass. But now, the place looked spotless, as if nothing had ever happened.

Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a few sheets of paper. The moment he saw Tessa, he set them aside.

“You ready?” ...