As Derek stirred awake, he rolled over, reaching out instinctively, but his hand met only cool sheets.

Groggily, he opened his eyes, blinking against the sunlight.

When he saw that the other side of the bed was empty, he sat up, the remnants of sleep clinging to him, and looked around the quiet room.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand - it was eight in the morning. He frowned, running a hand through his tousled hair.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet on the plush carpet.

He stood, stretching, and took a slow lap around the suite. Her clothes were gone, he noticed. The only trace of her was the subtle fragrance that still hung in the air.

Her scent lingered in the room, a faint, tantalizing reminder of her presence.

He remembered the night vividly: the intensity, the passion, the way her presence had ignited something in him. But now, she was gone.

Frustration gnawed at him. He had just returned to the country the previous day, and the jet lag had hit him hard. He had slept more soundly than he had in weeks, and in his deep sleep, he hadn't heard her leave.

Derek grabbed his phone from the nightstand and dialed his driver. It rang twice before the familiar voice answered. "Good morning, Mr. Stone."

"The lady from yesterday, is her car still parked outside?" Derek asked, not bothering with pleasantries.

"No, sir," the driver replied. "I didn't see the car when I got here an hour ago."

He cursed under his breath, thanking the driver before hanging up. He paced the room, his mind racing:

He had no way of finding her, no clue about who she was or where she had gone. The realization only added to his frustration.

breath, forcing himself to calm

about it now but hope

The hot water did little to ease the tension in his muscles. His thoughts kept drifting back to her- her moan, her touch, the way she had made him feel

toweled off, his mind gradually shifting

a crisp white shirt and a tailored suit. As he

Mom," he greeted, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he finished

I just heard

hurt,"

to come home," she said,

for?" he echoed, confused. "What

off, dear. There won't

bride jilted your cousin.

cufflink forgotten. "What

have no idea," his mother sighed. "Just

will explain everything to us

he

mirror, his mind reeling. The bride had jilted his

last glance around the room, he left the

driver drove him to his family home, his thoughts a tangled

she left without a word? And what

mother met him at the

she said, pulling him into

on?" Derek

to the study. Your dad

about Michael being jilted?" Derek asked as soon

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