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 suddenly stood

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

in that fiery exchange,

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

Allison mocked, her voice light but full

sliding his hand behind her neck as she

intertwined and, in that fraction of a second, it was as if their souls were exposed,

heard his heartbeat echoing in his chest, the intensity of the

they leaned toward him and their lips collided with

was

encounter, this one was deliberate,

was willing to give

combined tension sparking like two swords locked in

Kellan's fingers tangled in her

beings in one.

tense whistle escaped between

a thunderstorm, a chess game

of

rumbled through their veins, resonating

descended rapidly, it reached the underground parking lot, bringing a cool rush of

the faint aroma

opened with

parted, as if the searing exchange

toward her car, casually turning

if nothing

Goodbye, Mr.

she said over her shoulder, her

walked away, leaving

away, so easily, reminded Kellan of someone who gets dressed and leaves after the act: cold

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