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NIKKI

It’s been a hectic day, and the blessing of a day like this is the beauty of sleep. Taking off my dress, I amble into the bathroom. The bath one of the maids prepared earlier is still warm.

I soak myself in the water, allowing its warmth to massage my skin. The fragrance from fresh lemon soap wafts into my nose, calming my senses as I take a deep breath. Just what I need.

The activities of the day play before me, and Chris’ voice yelling at me is one I can’t shake off. I get it; he was exhausted and under pressure, but having him take it out on me is unacceptable.

Is it because he’s never yelled at me before? We were once cozy lovers set ablaze and ready to destroy everything we touched with our heat.

And now?

I sigh. I just might be overthinking it; perhaps I’m still pissed at him.

Getting out of the bath, I press off the excess water from my hair. I take the towel to pat dry my body and properly dry my hair, leaving it wet and clogged around my shoulders.

As I open the door to