Daniel's POV
I carried him into my hotel suite, ignoring his protests that turned softer with every step. His wrists were still bound with my tie — a reminder of the tension crackling between us. Gently, I laid him on the bed.
He glared at me, chest rising with quick breaths.
"What do you want from me?"
I met his eyes, my voice low but steady.
"You're my lover, my fiancé. What do you think I want? To take you home… to start over… to marry you."
His expression darkened. "I don't want to marry a man who cheated on me!"
I smiled faintly, though the words stung. "Dane, I never cheated on you." My fingers brushed over his ankle, tracing the curve lightly before I leaned closer. "You've always been the only one."
He stiffened, confusion flickering across his face as I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait—what are you doing?"
