Taste of Surrender

Vivienne's POV.

It was past 11 when I finally dragged myself back to the hotel suite. The weight of the day pressed on my shoulders like an anchor, pulling me down with every step. My heels clicked against the polished floor, the sound echoing in the empty hallway as I fumbled with the keycard. The door creaked open, and I exhaled a long breath, letting the quietness of the suite wash over me.

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