Grounding.
Reassuring.
Claiming.
And I let myself lean into it.
Into him.
Into this.
Because for the first time in a long time—I’m not afraid of what comes next.
Not even a little.
We get our keys and Benji speaks to the concierge for a moment—something about room service and I grin.
We enter a private elevator that will bring us to our penthouse suite, and Benji is already kissing me before the doors close.
Neither of us notices the man across the lobby, watching…
Chapter 24-The Stalker
I can’t believe I found her.
After all this time.
After everything she did—everything she put me through—she thinks she can just disappear?
Start over?
Pretend like none of it happened?
My grip tightens on the edge of the bar across the casino floor, the glass sweating in my hand as neon light flickers over the surface. Red. Blue. Gold. It paints everything in this place like a lie.
Vegas is perfect for that.
A city built on illusion.
On people pretending to be something they’re not.
Just like her.
My gaze locks on her again.
Across the lobby.
Across the crowd.
Like a magnet.
Like a tether.
She hasn’t changed.
Not really.
Same soft curves. Same smile. Same way she lights up a room without even trying.
