Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Yolanda nodded, pressing closer. Even through the haze, she could tell Jan’s body was flawless, every line of him powerful.

And what he meant was something else entirely.

Yolanda stayed silent. Outside, the rain continued its relentless rhythm, and the curtains swayed in the damp breeze. Suddenly, she shoved him away,

Ian sank onto the bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting long slndows across the room.

Yolanda’s cheeks burned. She clutched her coat tighter, her fingers trembling.

He had changed into loose black track pants earlier when he’d stepped out. Now, he studied her, voice low. “More water?”

Sweat slicked her palms. Her thoughts spun, What do I do now?”

He held the cup to her lips, his face striking in the muted light.

She couldn’t bring herself to drink. Shame coiled in her stomach.

When she didn’t move, lan set the cup down. He sat beside her, hesitating before muttering, “Sorry”

Her heart stuttered. She exhaled sharply. She was the one who’d been drugged and lost control–why was he apologizing? Fragments of memory surfaced: her pleading and his restraint.

Fingers twisting the blanket, she swallowed. “I’m the one who should apologize. Just… give me a second.”

imagined. ‘How could I even look at him

through the fog, his voice came again, hesitant. “None of the films I did before had kissing

water bottle in his grip, his discomfort palpable. The plastic crackled loudly in the quiet room, crumpling

was his first one. She

softly. “I mean, I’m pure,” he said abruptly. Then he stood, scooped her pants off the floor, and laid them

her mouth,

The entire floor was rented by

between mortification and the urge to slap herself. Finally,

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and

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turned up the lights, as if brightness could dissolve the

memory of how her hands cradled

face in her palms, cheeks burning. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake it from her mind.

the window, letting the cool night air rush in.

ever stayed out before. She took a steadying breath and glanced at Charles’s name. A flicker of guilt tightened in her

you?” His voice was

the studio. Megan was discharged today. We’re

our next steps.

That suit you pressed for me last

looked down. The light brown one–Charles rarely wore anything so casual. He preferred dark, steady tones with

softened. “You remember every little thing, don’t you? I’ve got

probably because the deal with Samuel had

listened to the rain drumming against the window and seized the opening. “Honey, the studio’s

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