**Chapter 8**
The following morning, Stellan awoke to a relentless pounding in his head, a discomfort that felt as if a hundred tiny hammers were at work inside his skull.
Bright rays of sunlight pierced through the window, illuminating the room with an intensity that felt almost accusatory. Instinctively, he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the harsh light, but as he did, his fingers brushed against something soft and warm.
Soft. Skin.
His eyes shot open, and in an instant, his heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach.
Beside him lay Leah, curled against him, utterly naked and deeply asleep. The sheets were a chaotic mess, twisted around their bodies, and the air was thick with the unmistakable scent of intimacy. Stellan’s own state of undress sent a wave of panic crashing over him.
His mind went blank, a void where coherent thoughts should have been. How had they ended up like this? The events of the previous night felt like a distant dream, shrouded in fog.
Before he could gather his thoughts or even move, the bedroom door creaked open with an ominous groan.
“Leah! We came to see you! The door was unlocked, so we just oh my God, we brought you…”
Oceane’s cheerful voice trailed off abruptly, the shock evident in her tone.
She stood in the doorway, flanked by their friends, all of them frozen in place, their eyes wide as they took in the scene before them.
The gift bag in Oceane’s hand fell to the floor, landing with a loud *thud* that echoed like a gunshot in the tense silence.
Leah jolted awake, her eyes darting toward the door. A startled cry escaped her lips, and in a flurry of motion, she yanked the blanket over her body, her face instantly flushing a deep crimson. She shrank back against Stellan, her expression a mixture of mortification and something else—something that flickered like a flame of triumph in her eyes.
Stellan remained paralyzed, his body frozen in a state of shock. A cold wave washed over him, leaving him feeling utterly exposed.


VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer