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.

the doors began to close, Kellan

and, at the same moment, Allison grabbed him by the tie, pulling him forward

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

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

voice light but

replied softly, sliding his hand

of a second, it was as if their

intensity of the

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

kiss was searing, fierce,

chaotic encounter, this one was deliberate,

of them was

fighting for control, their combined tension sparking like two swords locked

tangled

beings in one.

escaped between them, neither willing to give

between them crackled like a thunderstorm, a chess

the thrill of

through their

descended rapidly, it reached the underground

with the faint aroma of

opened with

come together, they parted, as if the searing exchange had been nothing

car, casually turning the keys between her

as if

Goodbye, Mr.

said over her shoulder, her tone calm and

second glance, she walked away, leaving

of someone who gets dressed and leaves after the act: cold and distant,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255