Allyson's POV
My eyelids fluttered open as sunlight filtered through the curtains. I stretched lazily under the soft covers, reaching for my phone to check the time. Ten thirty. I'd overslept by hours, but after the restless night I'd endured, I wasn't surprised.
Sleep had been elusive, my mind replaying Michael's rejection over and over. This whole charade of playing the seductress was exhausting me, and doubt crept in about whether this revenge plot was worth the emotional toll.
Michael Jade had undoubtedly been with sophisticated women who possessed far more allure than I could ever muster. Clearly, I wasn't what he desired. Yet despite every rational thought telling me to abandon this mission, I couldn't. He had invaded my every waking moment.
I forced myself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. My reflection stared back at me, tired and uncertain. After brushing my teeth and splashing ice-cold water on my face, I whispered encouragement to my mirror image.
