Chapter 64

Rita POV

Hot sweat streamed down my face as I finally summoned the courage to knock on his door. My nails dug so deep into my palm that I felt a sting, followed by a faint trace of something wet—probably blood. My tongue nervously roamed inside my mouth, trying to swallow the anxiety bubbling inside me.

I waited.

Too long.

“Come in,” he finally commanded, his voice low, hoarse, and brimming with impatience.

I twisted the doorknob and stepped in quietly, my head bowed low, eyes glued to the marble floor beneath my feet. My throat was tight as I parted my lips.

“You called for me, sir,”...