Uncharted Waters
The morning sunlight filtered through the grand windows of the Parker estate, casting a warm glow over the opulent surroundings. Sophia stirred from her slumber, a sense of disorientation washing over her as she took in her unfamiliar surroundings.
And then, the memories of the previous night came flooding back, and Sophia felt a flutter in her chest. She had found herself locked out of her room, only to stumble upon Donald Parker, alone and deep in thought. What had started as a chance encounter had quickly escalated into a moment of profound intimacy, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss.
Sophia's fingers traced her lips, as if she could still feel the warmth of Donald's touch. She had never expected to develop such confusing, yet undeniable feelings for the man she had agreed to marry in name only. This was supposed to be a strategic alliance, a means to an end – not the beginning of a deep, emotional connection.