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.”

had spiraled beyond anything she’d imagined. ‘How could I even

came again, hesitant. “None of the films I did before

glanced over. He was crushing the water bottle in his grip, his discomfort palpable.

the kiss they shared maybe was his first one. She sat frozen, her shirt half-

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

opened her mouth, but no

He left without another word. The entire floor was rented by the crew, though. Maybe he had to stay in the

hours, torn between mortification and the urge

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Chapter 31

up and fled to

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the exhaustion washing away. She turned up the

of how her hands cradled lan’s face and that impulsive first kiss rushed

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake it from her mind. She’d been dazed at the time, but she remembered how desperately he’d tried to

pushed open the window, letting the cool

rang. It was nine at night, later than she’d ever stayed out before. She took a steadying breath and glanced at Charles’s name. A flicker of guilt

you?” His voice

“At the studio. Megan was discharged today.

our next steps.

his loosened tie aside. That suit

The light brown one–Charles rarely wore anything so casual. He preferred dark, steady tones with nothing flashy. She

clicked open on his end. A beat of silence, and then his voice softened. “You remember every little thing, don’t you? I’ve got

sounded in a good mood tonight, probably because the deal with Samuel had gone

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

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