After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 31

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.”

could I even look at him now?‘ She pressed her palms to her

“None of the films I did before

discomfort palpable. The plastic crackled loudly

struck Yolanda: the kiss they shared maybe was his first one. She sat frozen,

abruptly. Then he stood, scooped her pants off the floor,

mouth, but no

was rented by the

felt like hours, torn between mortification and the urge to slap

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Chapter 31

and fled to the

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away. She turned up the lights, as

the windows. The memory of how her hands cradled lan’s face and that impulsive first kiss rushed

matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake it from her mind. She’d been dazed at the time, but

open the window, letting the cool night air rush

she’d ever stayed out before. She took a steadying breath and glanced at Charles’s

you?” His voice was

the studio. Megan

our next steps.

aside. That suit you pressed for me last month, remember? Where is

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

voice softened. “You remember every little thing, don’t you? I’ve got a short trip coming up. Next

probably because the deal with

rain drumming against the window and seized the opening. “Honey, the studio’s just getting off the ground. I

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