Longing for Sarah

William Xu, still half-asleep, stretched out on the luxurious sheets of his expansive bed. He yawned, expecting to find Sarah nestled beside him, but the space next to him was empty and cold. Confusion quickly turned to concern as he realized she had left.

William calls out, "Sarah?"

He sat up, his gaze darting around the room, but there was no sign of her. The disheveled bed and a faint, lingering scent of her perfume were the only reminders that she had been there. Panic began to gnaw at him as he wondered why she had left so abruptly.

"Where could she have gone?" He felt a sudden frustration.

The memory of their passionate night together had left an undeniable mark on him, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and possessiveness. He had been Sarah's first, and the knowledge that she had chosen him brought a sense of satisfaction that transcended physical desire.

He immediately reached for his phone and called his bodyguards, inquiring if they had seen Sarah. While talkin