The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 545

At this point, Maeve heard his voice drop, suddenly low and thick with tension, as though he were holding back a storm

about to break.

Even though she couldn't see him, Maeve could easily imagine e restrained expression on his face, the way his body was poised at the edge of giving in.

Her face flushed with embarrassment. She forgot the words she was about to say, standing frozen, too afraid to move.

But what she didn't reafize was that just by standing there, she was stirring up Byron's suppressed desires.

His urges had been trapped deep inside him for far too long.

The beast of desire within him roared to break-free, pushing against his control, tempting him to open the forbidden door and drag her in with him, into a place where they could both be consumed by it.

Byron's gaze, heavy with longing, fixed on the slender figure outside the glass door. The cold water from the shower cascaded down his chiseled face, tracing his jawline.

However, it did nothing to quell the growing heat spiraling down his body.

She stood there, within arm's reach, he only needed to push the door open to touch her.

His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the sink. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his back tight, muscles .straining. The urge to give in was almost overwhelming, but, somehow, he fought it, pushing against the chaos in his mind with all the strength he had left.

This wasn't just a test of will.

It was his punishment for the way he had lost control that night.

Byron was a man who prided himself on controlling everything his work, his relationships, his habits, everything, down to the most minute detail.

He couldn't afford to let anything slip beyond his grasp.

That slip, that moment of weakness, had given him an opportunity, a reminder that he had overestimated his self-control.

It was a mistake he couldn't afford to repeat.

heard Byron's hoarse voice through the door:

spoke softly,

again," came his urgent,

"Ronny?" "Say it."

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The nickname she was about to utter caught in her throat, and she snapped, "Byron, you're listening to my

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edge in his voice, her anger softened, She whispered, "Are you alright? If it's too much,

Byron's source came back, deeper, almost animalistic, like a predator waking from slumber. "Do you think I won't come out there and

the context of the moment, it had an

steps back, startled, and muttered, "You really are

jilber,

was threatening to kill her, but he switched moods faster

heard her misunderstanding, but he didn't have the energy to clear it up right now.

of his intentions now, kept silem, her shame crawling up her neck. She was so embarrassed that her toes curled

Knock, knock, knock

of rapid knocks came from the door, and the manager's voice called out. "Sir, the girl who came here with Ms. Reese earlier is

called through the door, "Bonnie seems to be in trouble. I'm going to check on her. You... take care

had brought this on himself with his reckless

a small sense of revenge, Maqve hurried away, not wanting to

footsteps fade, clenched his jaw, feeling the anger and desire simmering beneath his calm

her in and let her experience what it meant

oblivious to the close call she had just avoided, rushed to Bonnie's booth and found to her surprise that the person she was arguing with was

butting into my business," Bonnie snapped, clearly drunk. "Where I go is my choice, not yours. Who do

to a bar alone like this. You just can't be happy with a calm life, can you? Always looking for trouble," Bonnie, enraged, retorted, "What does it matter to you? The best thing my ex could do for me is stay out of my life. completely. Maybe if you

he said, his tong hardening "I'm only doing this out of some misguided kindness since we've been through what we have. But a woman like you, who doesn't know when

there some unfinished business between these

way they speak doesn't sound like they are