The Fiancée Arrives

Alana's POV

My body shook as I knelt down on the plush carpet of the executive office. I gathered his discarded, coffee-stained shirt into my trembling hands. The expensive fabric felt cool against my skin. Declan kept his broad, muscular back turned to me. His sheer width cast an imposing shadow across the room. The silence stretching between us was heavy and thick with tension. I told myself to