He leaned over, kissed her shoulder. “For anyone else, yes. For you, I’ll make an exception.”
Outside, the first hint of dawn bled into the sky. And for the first time in a long time, Sybil didn’t feel like running. She felt like staying. Blacked - Sybil - VIP Treatment
“I thought VIP treatment was a one-time thing,” she said. He leaned over, kissed her shoulder
He broke the kiss, took her hand, and led her inside the penthouse. The room was all matte black surfaces and floor-to-ceiling windows. He undressed her slowly, deliberately, like unwrapping a gift he’d waited years to open. Each piece of clothing dropped to the floor with a soft whisper. And for the first time in a long
Later—minutes or hours, she couldn’t tell—they lay tangled in the sheets. His hand traced lazy circles on her stomach. The city had gone quieter, the club’s bass now a distant heartbeat.