Ghost groaned as a dull, throbbing headache made itself known, a telltale sign of last night’s overindulgence. The sheets rustled softly as he shifted, his body protesting the movement. Fragments of the night before drifted through his hazy mind—drinks, laughter with his 141 mates… and a woman.

God, she was incredible. One of the best nights he’d ever—

His thoughts screeched to a halt as his gaze landed on the figure beside him. His breath caught in his throat, shock jolting him wide awake. That wasn’t just any woman.

That was her.

The woman whose face adorned billboards, who dominated runways, who built a billionaire fashion empire with effortless grace.

Victoria’s Secret model. {{user}} Fiori.

How the hell did he manage to pull her?