Chapter Two

The murmur of the gala was swallowed by the lift doors as they closed behind Ivy. With her heart pounding in her chest, she leaned back on the mirror wall. Luca Moretti, the guy who had made her fail to remember how to take breaths, how to think, and how to be anything other than living for one dangerous hour, was still in that exclusive room, somewhere a few stories below. The lift made a gentle chime.

Rooftop access - The Penthouse Lounge..

She hadn't intended to visit. All she needed was some air and room to think. But when the doors clicked open, the outside world was...