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.”

spiraled beyond anything she’d imagined. ‘How could I even look at him now?‘ She pressed her

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

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

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

pure,” he said abruptly. Then he stood, scooped her

her mouth, but

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

torn between mortification and the urge to slap herself.

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Chapter 31

up and fled to the

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refreshed, the exhaustion washing away. She turned up the lights, as if brightness could dissolve

how her hands cradled lan’s

shake it from her mind. She’d been dazed at the time, but she remembered how

pushed open the window, letting the cool night air rush in. Finally, her

was nine at night, later than she’d ever stayed out before. She took a steadying breath and glanced at

His

“At the studio.

our next steps.

his loosened tie aside. That suit you pressed

The light brown one–Charles rarely wore anything so casual. He preferred dark, steady tones with nothing flashy. She answered. “It’s in the dust bag

beat of silence, and then his voice softened. “You remember every little thing, don’t you? I’ve

sounded in a good mood tonight, probably

“Honey, the studio’s just getting off the ground. I might

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