Chapter 89: Kellan's face remained as neutral as a clear sky, but the subtle tension in his fingers betrayed the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

He hadn't expected Allison's response to be even more flippant than his own.

.

Without the slightest hint of embarrassment or discomfort, he commented nonchalantly: It doesn't count.

That night Let's just say that your performance didn't exactly impress me.

Her gaze darkened, the memory of the measly tip left on the nightstand passing through her mind like a bitter aftertaste.

Allison's head rose slowly, her eyes crossing and At that moment, a spark ignited between them, so intense that it seemed as if the air was charged with an invisible lightning bolt.

Kellan's pulse quickened and his voice lowered.

You let me make it up to you.

His words dripped with defiance.

His response was disdainful, mixed with amusement.

No, thanks.

Missed opportunities don't knock twice.

If you screw up once, you're done for.

I don't give second chances.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime and they both entered.

For a moment, silence filled the space, heavy with unspoken words.

doors began to close, Kellan suddenly stood

wheelchair and, at the same moment, Allison grabbed him by

and, in that fiery exchange, neither of them needed to speak to know

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

voice light

sliding his hand behind her neck

a second, it

intensity of the moment hitting him like

synchronized movement, they leaned toward him and their lips collided with the force

was searing,

chaotic encounter, this one was deliberate, a silent

of them was

for control, their combined tension sparking like two swords locked

his tie tightened, almost taking his breath away, while Kellan's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as

beings in one.

between them, neither willing

chess game in which one

the thrill of

through their veins, resonating with something primal and

rapidly, it reached the underground parking lot, bringing

faint

doors opened with a soft

they parted, as if the searing

her car, casually

as if nothing

Goodbye, Mr.

said over her shoulder, her

second glance, she walked away, leaving him

and leaves after the act: cold and distant, as if the moment had never had any real

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