Grace's POV
My body went rigid.
I couldn't deny the truth. Yesterday with Carlos had been pure magic.
Charles and I had never taken a vacation together, not even a short getaway. I'd never watched a sunset beside a man, dined at an upscale restaurant without worrying about the bill, or gazed at city lights while strong arms wrapped around me from behind.
Carlos wasn't my first romance, but he'd claimed so many of my firsts.
The realization hit me like ice water—I was actually developing feelings for a player who treated women like conquests and trophies.
I felt sick knowing Carlos had zero intention of keeping those sweet promises from last night. And I was an idiot for buying into every single one.
Foolish to imagine Carlos would whisk me away on a romantic getaway for just us two. Even more foolish to trust his pledge of exclusive dating.
