Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Fice
Venessa POV
The morning light felt entirely too bright after the wild, exhausting night we had just shared. I woke up tangled in the silk sheets of Khalid’s massive bed, the faint scent of his expensive cologne and the lingering warmth of his skin wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. For a few quiet minutes, the world felt peaceful. But reality has a funny way of crashing back into place the moment you check your phone.
Right on the bedside table, both my phone and Khalid’s vibrated at the exact same time. The harsh buzzing sound cut through the quiet room, breaking the small bubble of safety we had built during the night. I blinked through my messy hair, stretching my arm out of the warm covers to grab the device. It was a group text message, and
