She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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Kristian's brow tightened just a bit, a shadow of irritation crossing his face. Why was Alan so full of energy after getting drunk?

He crouched and tugged the towel from Alan's mouth, his every move laced with an arctic chill. "What is it now?*

"I have to pee!" Alan burst out, desperation clinging to every syllable.

Kristian cast a glance at the rope he'd painstakingly tracked down earlier, inwardly groaning at the thought of untying it.

After silently repeating to himself that this buffoon was Freya's cousin, he finally gave in and loosened the knots, freeing Alan from the blanket.

Alan bolted toward the bathroom like a man possessed.

Kristian remained standing there, his expression unreadable, brows drawn tightly together. He found it nearly impossible to align this disheveled mess of a man with the usually sharp, polished president of the Briggs Group. Was Alan always this childish?

As those thoughts circled in Kristian's mind, the sound of the doorbell pierced the silence.

The tension in Kristian's shoulders eased ever so slightly as he headed over, assuming it must be Freya.

But the second he opened the door, a sharp voice, laced with irritation, cut through the night. "Seriously, what's going on in there? It's the middle of the night-"

The words stopped dead the moment the man caught sight of Kristian's face and the sheer, commanding force he radiated.

That presence-"intimidating" didn't even begin to cover it.

"Is there a problem?" Kristian asked coolly, voice low and detached, his lips barely moving.

Clad in a tailored suit and standing like he owned the world, he looked every inch the composed, no-nonsense corporate giant.

The man and woman at the door exchanged nervous glances, visibly rattled by the intensity in front of them. The man coughed awkwardly, eyes drifting past Kristian to the absolute chaos inside the apartment. After a beat of hesitation, he muttered, "Just... maybe try to keep it down? It's been a little loud."

"My apologies," Kristian said smoothly, voice laced with polite civility. "We'll be more considerate."

"Alright then," the couple mumbled hastily before making their retreat, still shaken for reasons they couldn't quite explain.

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in the right, but somehow, standing in front of Kristian had made them

as the elevator dinged, Freya stepped out, her strides

assuming she was there to

Freya walked straight to the apartment door, and Krian, without a word, stepped aside and

frozen, their minds

to spin a story out of what

been a case of a secret lover

it wasn't that, what the hell

gave up trying to decode the mystery and

pinched the bridge of her nose. Her

a lid on her frustration as

subtly toward the

go check, but Kristian gently stopped her, his eyes locking with hers. "No rush.

rush. He's using the

mid-step, and nodded

about everything today," Freya said, glancing around at the mess, genuine remorse in her voice. "I'll have a cleaning service come by

Kristian replied, his voice

Freya hesitated.

had always been a bit of a germaphobe with a serious

her cousin had wrecked the place, listing every

Alan scare you?" Freya asked, trying to figure out what had caused this unusual

surprisingly soft, his demeanor towards her far more gentle than usual. "He's out now. I'll check on him first." Kristian didn't trust what Alan might get up to in his current condition. Better to

he came stumbling out, now fully dressed, though still visibly

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did you

Freya and gave her a quiet nod, signaling that it was safe

and the moment Alan saw her, he charged at her and pulled her into a tight

stood in silence, caught

peace with him," Freya said, humoring Alan's drunken delusions, her voice calm and flat. "Now sit down.