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?‘

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

bottle in his grip, his discomfort palpable. The plastic crackled loudly

the kiss they shared maybe was his first one.

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

mouth, but no

left without another word. The entire floor was rented by the

hours, torn between mortification and the urge to slap herself.

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Chapter 31

herself up and fled to the

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away. She turned

of how her hands cradled lan’s

buried her face in her palms, cheeks burning. 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

letting the cool night air

She took a steadying breath and glanced at Charles’s name. A flicker of

are you?” His

tone, “At the studio. Megan was discharged today.

our next steps.

didn’t press further, just tossed his loosened tie aside. That suit you pressed for

dark, steady tones with nothing flashy. She answered.

remember every little thing, don’t you? I’ve

a good mood tonight, probably because

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

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