With Adrian out of the room, I finally felt more at ease. For the moment, I wouldn't have to worry about someone sneaking up behind me or blocking my path just to steal a kiss.
Standing at the centre of the room, my gaze slowly swept around. The place was quite the catch—cool, magnificent, and steeped in a taste of royalty. Every detail spoke of refinement and wealth.
From the paintings lining the walls to the carefully selected furnishings and even the luxurious bedding, everything screamed breathtaking opulence. It felt as though I had stepped into a space designed not just for comfort, but for dominance.
Yet something felt different from the last time I had been here. The change was subtle, almost easy to miss, but undeniably present. He had replaced some of the furnishings, refined the space even further.
I sighed softly. It really was good to be rich.
