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Chapter 8 Eight

Word Count: 1105    |    Released on: 17/05/2026

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likely wouldn't return tonight, Lauren fe

g around the upscale neighborhood, and by ten o'clock, she had show

room door swung op

ugging at his tie, she froze. It took several seconds for her brain to reboo

iel... you

from head to toe, cold and un

?" she repeat

hear that title at

Hu

kind of pressure that made her want to stand at attention. I

r feel like her brain was melting. She swallowed her

ed his coat onto the sofa and

sed door. Whatever I want

gether. As in, together together. They were adults; there was no use pl

she was painfully, vibrantly awake. And the fact that he was the capitalist who ex

ith the boss who makes them w

ad lights and dove under the covers, turning her

be dead, he'll just g

ing was dialed into the sounds of the room. The shower stoppi

n's heart hammered against

bedside lamp was still on, but she was terrified of making eye

that same instant, a large, warm hand reac

nsive-clouded her senses. Before she could process the

ed, shrinking away slightly.

dangerously ambiguous near her e

k we have any condo

ite Moonlight" somewhere out there. A child would be a permanent tether neither of them wanted

led back, his brow furrowing with wh

. She had to stand her ground. A child was

" she s

tually think there's still a chance with Tray, do you? Are you keep

What? No! How could I po

before he froze the whole room. "Actually

on relaxed al

s. Lauren gasped, her initial struggle fading as she rea

ut his technique was... seasoned. It crossed her

aw him reach into the drawer of the bedsid

prepar

st? Was he checking to see if she was secretly p

nical, she thought. Good thing I

eeling like she'd been hit by a fre

ing herself out of bed. He wants to drain

evitably, la

late, and by the time she reached her desk, an automated warning

, her face red with frustration, and b

aur

g high heels. Her voice carried across the entire floor. "Four days of leave and now you're late? D

t's performance score for the

of humiliation wash over her. She had been the most dil

embling with indignation. "It was approved by Presid

first time in over a year. Is al

Dashiel stepped out, looking tall, p

her posture instantly

hope in her eyes. He's the reason

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