Chapter 12: To be swayed or to sway

Charlotte Hayes’ POV

That night was scorching. I awoke the next morning to the sound of people mumbling outside the room. I discovered myself naked on a soft, white queen-sized bed. "Is this his room? " I asked, rubbing my swollen eyes from crying the night before. His room is minimalist, but it exudes a luxurious vibe; one that only the wealthy have. A massive chandelier illuminated the entire room. The floor was smooth marble, and the walls were covered in professional paintings. Not to mention that there were clothes all over the magnificent floor as a result of what happened the day before. "His house is quite large... like a mansion." I got up, covering my body with the sheets, and began to walk around because I was curious, when the door to the room suddenly opened.

"Shoot," Luca, Damien's righthand man, said as he gripped the doorknob. My face flushed with embarrassment as I screamed while only holding on to the sheets. It was then that loud running steps were heard. Damien, j