POV: Ares Voss

The woman who slapped me, thinking I was her one-night mistake, now stood in my suite again—disheveled, breathless, and desperate—as if the universe enjoyed spitting her back at my feet.

The last thing I expected that evening—after enjoying back-to-back sex with different ladies, a scalding-hot shower, and the rare peace of sinking into my leather armchair with a glass of bourbon—was for her to come crashing through my door like a storm.

But there she was.

Siena Blake.

The girl who slapped me thinking I was Lucian Voss… but had no idea she was mistaken.

She slammed the door shut behind her with such force the walls...