The next morning. Rhema sat at the breakfast table, pushing a piece of avocado toast around her plate. Her body still felt heavy, a lingering warmth between her thighs that made every movement a reminder of the previous night.
"You're very quiet this morning, sweetheart," Sylia said, pouring herself a second cup of coffee. She looked radiant in a cream-colored power suit, her eyes bright with a mix of professional anxiety and genuine excitement.
"Just tired," Rhema lied, glancing up at her mother. "Late night studying."
"I wish I had your stamina," Sylia laughed, a light, airy sound. "I barely slept. I can't believe Damien is considering me for the Senior VP position. If this goes through, it changes everything for us."
Rhema felt a sharp prick of guilt, but it was quickly eclipsed by
