Chapter 89 It Was About Us, Who Is Us?

• "Everything feels different now, doesn't it?" I whispered, staring at the flickering city lights across the wide glass windows of my new office. The view was magnificent-a reminder of how far I had come, of the empire I had built with my own hands. But it was not only the city that was different; I was too.
• Different? More like empowering, I'd say." His voice was low and rumbling against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Sliding up my waist, his hands were firm yet tender, immediately pulling me back into the present. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to lean back into the warmth of his body, feeling his chest rise and fall steadily against my back. It was always so easy for him to make me feel safe-like I was where I was supposed to be.
• Empowering is an understatement," I whispered, burrowing deeper into his arms until I faced his face. The pads of my fingers traced the angles of his jaw, hard and sure, a stark contrast to everything that had preceded him. He wasn't a reminder of my past-he was the promise of my future.