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artbeat racing as fast as a revving engine. I bli

our first meeting. I dreaded encountering him, especially in my mothe

ou left fo

n. Instead, he stepped closer, pulling his hands from his pockets as his deep, captivating voi

t hear me,

ithout overstepping my mother's boundaries. After all

ed to apologize

other step forward, his movements slow a

permission, and you made your aunt cover f

ed, laced with

me monster that

, I shook

ot like that, M

h my words, his domineerin

ke out of turn, and now you tell me you're not obligated to

ith something both pred

ep over my boundaries..

against my skin. His voice, steady and controlled, only intensified with

ad. Please, go to work.

use the situation, but he simply lifted

ow, Vi

rd her, his voice edge

ou no

nawed at me as I watched my mother yield to his commands so easily. I had n

gize, Mr

nod. Without another word, he shoved his hands back into his pockets and

's gone. Are you a

e pulled me in

tand him. This i

ence here felt like an unruly storm disrupting their lives. Guilt gnawed

ne. And you're fine. Let's

ary. But if I was being honest... I wa

lished control, a puppeteer pu

n't admitted it, but something was off between them-som

. I didn't want to leave, yet I had no choice. In three days, a new month would begin,

roat suddenly dry. The discomfort g

let my bare feet touch the cold

mansion was asleep, its hallways swallowed in shadow

eal, it felt like something out of a dream. The moment I laid eyes on it, I knew I h

im light was no easy feat. Dar

he grand living room. I exhaled in reli

noise echoed

d-like a glass

oved, the clea

in the kitche

t left my thighs and legs exposed, barely concealing the curves of my

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house only to fumble w

endless possibilities,

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