Chapter 12

WITH Taylor's words echoing in his mind like a persistent whisper, D'Andre navigated the grand corridors of his sprawling mansion. The events of the night weighed heavily on his shoulders, his heart a tumultuous mix of emotions that he struggled to untangle. The opulent surroundings seemed to reflect the turmoil within him, the soft lighting and luxurious furnishings juxtaposed with his inner turmoil.

Entering his lavish bedroom, D'Andre's gaze fell upon the sleeping figure on the extravagant canopy bed – Maiari, the woman who had captured his heart during that unforgettable summer. As he looked at her, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. He had thought he knew what he felt for her, but now he questioned whether it was genuine affection or simply the intoxication of a fleeting romance.

Carefully, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his mind a whirlwind of uncertainty. The moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a silvery glow over the room that