Chapter Thirty Three

Zara Howard

I stood outside Asher’s door, my knuckles poised to knock, clutching a small bag of essentials in my hand. My heart thudded against my chest, anticipation and nervousness intertwining within me. The prospect of sharing a bed with Asher ignited a mixture of excitement and apprehension, making my cheeks flush with a warm blush.

As I approached his door, a dim light spilled out from his office, indicating that he might be occupied with work. I hesitated, contemplating whether I should interrupt him or wait for a more opportune moment. However, the weariness tugged at my eyelids, reminding me of the long day that had preceded this moment. Deciding that rest was a priority, I let go of my initial reservations and stepped into the familiar room that held memories of our first physical encounter, causing a mixture of emotions to surge through me.

My eyes were immediately drawn to a file sitting on the desk, prominently labeled “Zara Howard.” My curiosity piqued instantly. It was