Glimmers Of Desperation
ated by its grandeur. The building was sleek and modern, with large
up to the entrance, and Sean stepped out firs
jazz music and soft lighting that cr
d for members only, and soon they were ascending
lent display of wealth and exclusivity. The doorman greeted them with a deferen
pe with the hotel's emblem embossed in gold. "Eve
ng the crisp paper between her fing
," Sean said, a title that
ng into the marbled lobby, her heels cl
y into the lock and entered a world of luxury that should have eased her w
e area with plush leather couches and armch
a soft click, sealing her within
tic as the New York skyline at midnight. What would
hardness settling in her chest. She was safe, for now, a phoenix pois
---
et chaise, the plush luxury of the VVIP room
iers casting prismatic light across the walls, abstract
uffocating, a gilded cage that
attern on the armrest. Her voice was a mere exhale, lost amidst the quiet grandeur.
orizon beyond the glass. She was high above the city, yet it felt as if she we
ra. It was the price tag Sean Tennessee had placed on their contract marriage, the
the cool pane, the city lights blurring as her eyes teemed with unshed t
t man?" The words felt foreign on her to
e sharp cut of his jaw. A man who spoke in co
oice echoed in her mind, a ghostly remnant of a h
with Ivana's laughter, leaving Harley to navigate a worl
shaking her head as if to dislodge the romantic notio
tion a pale specter against the night. She took a deep bre
, and Sean Tennessee's proposal was a lifeline mad
f doubt. "For Ivana, for... for me. "The VVIP room, with its silence and splendor, of
st glance at the city below, a world she was about to re-enter under
d Harley's breath hitched in her chest. Sean Tennessee strode into the
ion, and his green eyes scanned the space, ali
e that reverberated against the walls. "Mr. Tennesse
front of her, fingers b
een them with measured steps,
lent judgments. Harley's heartbeat pounded a staccato rhythm,
aced with implications. Harley nodded, but her mind screamed, Consid
sessing its prey. The weight of his scrutiny
iercely. "Harley," he said, drawing out the
d transaction. You need t
h word clipped, her spine erec
er to feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Let's hear it then." Her voice was
e," she echoed, her tongue dry. She felt cornered, trapped by necess
ips, the arrogance in it sparking a flicker of rebell
ouldn't help but wonder if any bargain with
warning in the silence of the VVIP room. Harley stood sti
igure hanging between them like a gilded no
curled into her palm, nails digging crescents of reality into he
and any other engagements requiring m
utting the terms from the very fabric of their agreement. "Emotions are not part of
murmured, the semblance of control fraying at the edges. H
ssured herself. A ye
ng, "it will be for appearances only. Nothing more." "Understood,
ngement stays strictly between us." Sean's
th invisible ink. "Any breach of contract results in immediate t
and absolute. "Terminate" Harley's breath hitched, a sil
xing on some distant poin
ead pulling her back to the stark reality before her. "Acceptable," she mana
d the storm of doubt. "Then we have an understanding." Sean's tone brokered no argument,
th. She swallowed hard, the act a silent capitulation to the t
wrapping around Harley, a cocoon woven from t
mind a battlefield where hope clashed with trepidation. The in
playing," Sean said, his words slici
waiting an echo that never comes. Her fingers brushed against the crisp p
of their arrangement unfurling in her min
and calculating, held her own, promises of freedom or the foretelling of
ammed for survival. The clack of her heels against the floo
air, a challenge wrapped in casual inquiry. "Would it matter i
, arms crossed, a fortress of indifference. Harley steadied hersel
d taken her place. "Then no," she declared, the lie tasting like ash. "No second
ction caught in the mirror, blonde hair f
grant it freedom. "Miss Williams," Sean called out just as she reached for
to your n