Jack’s POV
I woke up with the sharp sting of regret curling around my chest like a vise. The sunlight streaming through the wide windows of Anastasia’s suite did nothing to dull the ache in my head or the fire in my gut. I blinked against the harsh light, my eyes landing on her slender figure draped in silk sheets beside me. Her hair spilled across the pillow, her breathing soft and even.
Reality hit me like a freight train.
What the hell had I done?
Last night’s events came back in vivid flashes: the gala, the photos from Louis, the rage that consumed me, and Anastasia’s warm, comforting presence. I hadn’t been thinking clearly—no, I hadn’t been thinking at all. I let my anger lead me to a decision I couldn’t take back.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, groaning softly as I swung my le
