She Was Gone

The first gentle rays of morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the girl curled up like a baby on the bed. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed uneasy, her brows furrowed just a little. Yet her sleeping face remained peaceful and beautiful.

It took a long time before Phoebe's consciousness gradually cleared. Slowly, she opened her clear, bright eyes and let out a soft groan, trying to move her body.

Down there—it hurt. It felt like she had been run over by a truck.

The memories of last night flooded back, making her shiver uncontrollably.

God, recalling those shameful moments, a wave of humiliation exploded within her, tears rolling down her cheeks...

The man was no longer in the room, but his faint masculine scent still lingered in the air.

Phoebe sniffled, blinking back the tears as she pulled the black silk blanket off her aching body. Naked, she sat up slowly, her bare skin exposed to the cool air.

Her once flawless,