The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the presidential suite casting a soft golden glow over the large bed scattered with rose petals. Maeyra stirred slowly her body aching in unfamiliar ways from the events of the previous night. Her eyes fluttered open hazel and wide with immediate fear as memories flooded back the forceful kisses the marking of her skin the gentle yet overwhelming claiming that had left her confused and trembling. She sat up quickly clutching the silk sheet to her bare chest her heart pounding violently in her chest. Her upper body still bore the dark hickeys on her breasts and neck a vivid reminder of Arjuns anger and possession. She glanced around the room frantically but Arjun was nowhere to be seen. The suite felt empty and silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning.