CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER 11.

Lana.

My eyes flutter open with a wave of some heavy unidentifiable emotion cursing through me. I stifle a moan that courses through my body heavily. Where am I? And what are these feelings inside me? Why do I suddenly feel so hot on the inside?

My eyes dart around the wide expansive room I'm in. The brown mahogany doors at the extreme end of the room. The lavender sheets that feel exceedingly soft on my skin. I could die happy if I died in a bed like this.

I mean, it's not like I wasn't born with a silver spoon myself but living around step-siblings that always behaved super materialistic had me trying to be the different one. A severe attention seeking behavior but I reveled in not being like them.