LILA POV 

Something had changed.

Maybe it was him. Maybe it was me. I really don't know which.

But one thing I'm certain of... he wasn't the same ruthless Rafael I knew.

He wasn't the man who made me pole dance at a fucking mafia auction.

He wasn't the monster who once vowed to ruin me, just to prove a point.

No.

Staring through the glass door now, he didn't look like the man who had just reduced me to a mess of moans and pleas. He didn't look like the god who had worked my body like he owned it.

He looked like... the innocent, suited-up business mogul buried...