Chapter 88. What Are We?

Vanessa's POV

I was having another one of those nerve-wracking moments when I opened my eyes. The morning sunlight filtered through my curtains, but all I felt was chaos churning in my chest. Today, I was going back to work.

Back to that building again, when I didn’t know how ready I was to face the judgmental stares and slicing words.

My heart leapt to my throat when I heard the honk outside. I darted to the window, pulling the curtain back just a little. And there he was.

Mr. Garcia.

Stepping out of his sleek black car in a grey suit, sunglasses perched like a crown—every inch the king he was. But instead of waiting, instead of texting or calling, he walked up to the front door.

I barely had time to collect myself when the knock echoed.

I went out in my nightdress and opened the door. He stood there, eyes lazily peering at me from head to toe.

“Good morning, my Vanessa,” he said, voice low and intoxicating. Before I