POV: Naomi
The sound of the zipper echoed softly in the quiet room as I pulled it shut.
That was it.
Everything I owned… packed into one suitcase.
I stood there for a moment, just staring at it. It wasn’t much. Just clothes, a few personal things, and some items I couldn’t bring myself to leave behind.
But strangely enough… I felt grateful.
Grateful that I didn’t have much.
Because it made leaving easier.
I let out a slow breath, my shoulders rising and falling as I tried to calm the uneasy feeling in my chest. The doubt that had been stuck in my chest since I agreed to take this job.
“Please let this be the right decision…” I whispered under my breath.
Working for a man like Tristan Cole…
I didn’t know him.
Not really.
All I knew was that he had looked desperate that day. Des
