Caesar's POV
I'd never wanted anyone the way I wanted her. Every woman before her had given in too easily, too quickly. They always broke first. But not her. She met my control with defiance and matched my hunger with her own. She satisfied me...And still, I wanted more, and when she finally walked away from the hotel room without looking back, that's what ruined me.
I should've let her go, but I didn't. I stayed in that hotel room long after she had left in the morning, the scent of her still clinging to the sheets, to my skin, and to the air itself. The silence was heavy, the kind that presses down on you and forces you to feel what you don't want to. I told myself it didn't matter. That it was just a one-night f*****g stand, nothing more than a way to bleed out the anger simmering ben
