CHAPTER 11 Unraveling Desires

  The pale moonlight filtered through Angela's window, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and pull her deeper into the abyss. She sat on the edge of her bed, phone in hand, heart pounding with anticipation. Would he text? Would he come to her? She didn't have to wait long.

  Her phone buzzed, sending a jolt of adrenaline through her veins.

  "Come to the guesthouse. Now." The message was direct, no pleasantries or excuses. Just raw desire.

  She knew she should resist, should find some strength within herself to walk away from this, but she couldn't. The pull was too strong, and her body betrayed her every time. Without thinking twice, she slipped on her shoes, grabbed her coat, and quietly slipped out the back door.

  She reached the door, hesitating for only a moment before pushing it open.