After She She Stopped Loving Him

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

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

the water bottle in his grip, his discomfort palpable. The

the kiss they shared maybe was his

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

opened her mouth, but no words

open. He left without another word. The entire floor was

there for what felt like hours, torn between mortification and

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Chapter 31

and fled to

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refreshed, the exhaustion washing away. She turned up

drummed against the windows. The memory of how her hands cradled

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

the cool night air rush in. Finally, her thoughts

took a steadying

are you?” His

with that sweet, satisfied tone, “At the

our next steps.

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

one–Charles rarely wore anything so casual. He preferred dark, steady tones

his voice softened. “You remember

good mood tonight, probably because the deal with Samuel

opening. “Honey, the studio’s just getting off the