Misplaced Hearts

My name is Stacy Shaw. For twenty-three years, life has never known starlight, only an unyielding shadow. At my father's company partner group's banquet, the private room was thick with smoke and the scent of alcohol, suffocating and oppressive. Unaccustomed to alcohol, I felt dizzy after just two cups. I told my father, who was busy attending to guests, "I'll get some fresh air," and staggered out of the room. At the end of the corridor, the light flickered erratically, and a slightly ajar door revealed a faint glow. Assuming it was a lounge, I pushed the door open and collapsed onto the sofa, my consciousness sinking swiftly into oblivion. Upon waking, my body felt as if it had been taken apart and reassembled; my bones throbbed with sharp pain. Beneath an unfamiliar ceiling, the crystal chandelier cast cold reflections; the scent of cedar lingered at my nostrils, accompanied by the even rhythm of breathing beside me. A strange man lay on his side, his back etched with hard lines; his skin gleamed pale and cold in the morning light. Frightened, my heart nearly stopped; I sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping away to reveal the oversized man's shirt draped over me. The collar could not hide the red marks on my collarbone, nor could it mask my rising panic. "Awake?" The man turned around, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against decayed wood, carrying a menace that seemed to still the very air. His features were sharply chiseled, with high brow bones and deep-set eyes, his gaze like a blade forged in ice. "Who are you? Where am I?" My voice trembled beyond control. "Caleb Lewis." He replied tersely, "My private club." Caleb Lewis... The name struck my mind like a shard of ice. They called him "Mr. Caleb," a man ruthless in method and formidable in power. How did I end up in his bed? "I'm sorry, I drank too much and went to the wrong place." Flustered, I fumbled to find my clothes, but he reached out and pressed his hand onto my shoulder with the grip of iron pincers. "Since you've come, leaving won't be so easy." Stacy Shaw, heiress of the Shaw Group, aren't you?