Manama City
Patricia hadn't been able to rest since hearing Roman was in danger. Her mind kept spinning, what could have happened? One moment he was kissing her in his office, and the next she was told he was out of the city… and at risk. How? Why?
"Are we almost there?" She asked for what felt like the hundredth time, her fingers fidgeting in her lap, worry etched across her face.
"Almost, Miss Patricia," Kay replied, though guilt tugged at him. The fear in her voice was real. She truly cared about Roman. And he knew, when she saw him perfectly fine, she might feel betrayed.
When they finally reached the villa, Patricia wasted no time. She stepped out of the car and hurried inside, eyes scanning every corner for him. Room by room she searched the ground floor, her heart pounding harder with each empty space.
She glanced back to check for Kay. He was there, following quietly. "Where is he?" She demanded.
Kay pointed upstairs.
