Chapter One Hundred And Forty Five
The tension inside the penthouse didn't build slowly; it settled into the rooms like a heavy, suffocating fog the moment the countdown to the final game of the season began.
On the surface, everything between us was pristine. I drove my beautiful white Mercedes to work every morning, feeling the secure, heavy warmth of Khalid’s protection with every mile. He texted me constantly, held me every night, and looked at me with a devotion that should have made me feel completely invincible. But underneath the domestic bliss, a dark, frantic current was rushing just beneath the surface. I could feel it in the hard line of his jaw, the heavy, exhaustive slope of his shoulders when he came home from the rink, and the wild, desperate energy that seemed to consume
