Giselle’s eyes were swollen, her throat dried from hours of crying.
The walls of the bedroom felt like they were closing in, Chase’s lingering scent made her weak and sick to her stomach in a way.
She needed fresh air.
She stepped out of the room and into the hallway, her footsteps silent as she walked.
She didn’t expect anyone to be there.
But as she turned the corner toward the staircase, a shadow moved.
Richard was leaning against the railing. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms, and his tucked in white shirt freed. But there was something about his tardiness that Giselle liked, perhaps it was the way it made him less intimidating, more like the man who had pulled her into his bed several nights ago.
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