Chapter 6: Offer him money
The morning sun poured through the windows, casting golden rays across the room and directly onto Amelie's face. Stirring awake, she winced at the soreness that lingered in her body, not because she spent the night with a stranger but because of intense running throughout the day.
Fragments of last night surfaced in her mind—flashes of intense pleasure that made her forget all her sorrows, especially the pain from the rejection. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she tried to process everything.
"Good morning, Amelie."
The deep, rich timbre of Gabriel's voice sent a shiver down her spine. Snapping her head toward the doorway, she found him standing there, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His presence was overwhelming, exuding a dominance that made her throat go dry.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she instinctively pulled the sheets closer around her, as if they could shield her from the intensity of his gaze. Gabriel strode toward the bed with measured steps, stopping just beside it.
"Your clothes are in the washroom. Get ready—we need to leave," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Amelie blinked at him, taken aback. He was like a beacon of light in the darkness that had consumed her life. Swallowing, she hesitated before speaking.
"Could you wait outside while I get dressed?" she asked, meeting his gaze despite the nervous flutter in her chest.
A smirk played at the corner of Gabriel's lips. "Sure. But what's the point of hiding your body when I've already seen it?" he mused before turning on his heel and walking out, leaving her flustered.