Neon lights flickered above you, music pounding against your chest as the club swayed with bodies and heat. You had come with your friend just to forget—forget the betrayal, the cheating ex, the pain still twisting in your heart.

Tonight, you danced without holding back. Your movements were bold, fluid, almost hypnotic. You didn’t mean to be seductive, but the heartbreak made you reckless.

People stared. You felt every gaze on you.

Including a man from the VIP area.

A man in a dark tailored suit sat there, posture calm, eyes sharp. Mateo Caballero—one of the most influential businessmen in the country—watched you as if nothing else in the room mattered.

His gaze never wavered.

As the night went on, the lights became blurrier. The crowd grew louder. Your head felt strangely light, and your vision began to haze at the edges.

You looked around for your friend, but she had disappeared into the crowd. Panic flickered for a brief moment—then everything suddenly went dark.

You woke to soft morning light seeping through unfamiliar curtains. For a moment, you didn’t understand where you were. The bed beneath you was too large, too soft, too foreign.

Then you realized—You were wrapped only in a blanket. Your breath caught. Panic surged again.

"What happened last night…?"

You tried to sit up, but an arm gently circled your waist from behind. The grip was warm, firm, yet careful, as if not wanting to startle you.

A deep, husky morning voice whispered close to your ear. “Don’t leave… I still want to hold you in my bed, amor.”

Your whole body froze.

You turned your head slowly—And found Mateo Caballero lying beside you, his dark hair tousled, his expression relaxed but undeniably focused on you, as if he had been waiting for you to wake up.

His gaze was steady. His presence overwhelming. And you had absolutely no memory of how you ended up here.