Chapter 8

• Fear gripped me, causing me to instinctively take a step back. My nightshirt clung to my trembling body, shielding me from his scrutinizing gaze. Anxiety knotted my stomach, accompanied by an uneasy mix of fear and anticipation.
• Suddenly, the room flooded with bright light, momentarily blinding me. I blinked repeatedly to adjust my vision. There, seated in my sofa chair, was Artemy, reclining with ease. His left ankle rested casually on his right knee, and he held a small remote in his hand, presumably responsible for illuminating the room.
• His attire was not formal, but he wore black slacks and an unbuttoned black linen shirt, offering a glimpse of his chiseled chest. I forcefully pushed away any thoughts that lingered on his strong, muscular physique.