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.”

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

came again, hesitant. “None of

his discomfort palpable. The plastic crackled loudly in the quiet room,

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

he said abruptly. Then he stood, scooped her pants off the floor, and laid them

her mouth, but no

was rented by the crew, though. Maybe he

lay there for what felt like hours, torn between mortification

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Chapter 31

and fled to the

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

memory of how her hands cradled lan’s face

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

the cool

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

His voice

that sweet, satisfied tone, “At the

our next steps.

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

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

and then his voice softened. “You remember every little

a good mood tonight, probably because the deal

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

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