Layla stepped out of her car and strode into the hotel lobby, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The receptionist's eyes lit up with recognition, and she handed Layla a card with a knowing smile.

"He's waiting for you." Layla's expression remained stoic, her eyes flashing with a hint of irritation. She nodded curtly and made her way to the elevator, her mind racing with the impending confrontation.

As the doors slid open, a masked man beckoned her in, his voice low and husky.

"My love." Layla's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Please, why did you text me? I told you I'd be the one to reach...