?Chapter 54:


    Dominic’s POV:


    In the past few days, the name Makenna Dunn had spread like wildfire throughout the pce. Though I usually paid little attention to idle gossip, I couldn’t ignore the murmurs about her.


    The tale of how she stood up to Bryan to save an enemy who had constantly opposed her piqued my curiosity.


    I recalled the incident in the main hall where she had earned herself a debt to me. A smile tugged at my lips as I thought of calling in that favor.


    Yet, when I arrived at her house, she was nowhere to be found.


    My good mood soured instantly. Spotting a servant nearby, I stopped her. “Where is Makenna?”


    The servant, bowing respectfully, replied, “Your Highness, Miss Dunn went to the training room this afternoon but hasn’t returned yet.”


    I frowned.


    The night had fallen, yet she still hadn’te back.


    Annoyed, I turned away.


    It was beneath me to be concerned about a mere sex ve, yet I hade here in person only to find her absent.


    What an ungrateful woman!


    I started back toward my vi, my irritation mounting.


    But as I passed the path where I had witnessed Kristina causing trouble for Makenna, I hesitated.


    Her stubborn eyes shed in my mind, along with the memory of her alluring figure when her clothes had been torn away.


    I absentmindedly rubbed my fingers together, recalling the feel of her soft, smooth skin.


    An idea began to form. Against my better judgment, I found myself heading toward the training room.


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    It wouldn’t hurt to check on her. After all, it was just a small detour. But when I arrived, the training room was deserted. The ss had ended long ago, and yet Makenna was still nowhere to be found.


    What had happened to the woman?


    I began to lose patience. Just as I was about to turn away, a voice reached my ears from the nearby bathroom. “Anyone out there? Anyone?”


    The voice was unmistakably Makenna’s. So she was in the bathroom.


    Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow and strolled toward the bathroom.


    The door was locked from the outside, with a cleaning sign hanging nearby.


    I could easily guess what had happened. It seemed the woman had been bullied again.


    I unlocked the door and stepped inside, just in time to see her perched atop a board, wrapped only in a shower towel, looking both pitiful and absurd.


    A smirk tugged at my lips. I was about to tease her, but before I could say anything, her foot slipped. She fell from the board with a startled scream.


    My heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, I moved swiftly to catch her.


    Shended squarely in my arms, the impact knocking me onto my back. As I held her close, my hands instinctively felt the softness of her skin.


    My arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against me.


    Shey on my chest, still dazed from the fall. Her towel had loosened, revealing a generous expanse of skin. Her scent surrounded me, a subtle fragrance that stirred something deep within.


    In that instant, desire red within me, undeniable and intense.


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