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Jasmine's POV

I walk down the hall of the hotel, a box clutched under my hand as I make my way to the Manager's office. A few minutes ago, I received a package for the manager. While people don't usually leave packages in front of the hotel and usually make it through to him themselves, it isn't exactly out of the ordinary either.

And so, sometimes I do go and hand him his orders myself, as I already work at the front desk.

As I make my way up the elevator, it clicks open. I heave a sigh when I see that no one is there. The truth is that I'm still giddy from yesterday with Nico Ferrari.

He might have taken me against my will in his car, but then again, I find myself not regretting any moment.

The more I try to pull out, the more I find myself falling deeper into his intricately crafted net that seems to be designed to get me trapped in his words.

The door of the elevator slides open, indicating that I am already at the top floor where the Manager's office is.

A man in an Italian suit