Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 94

In the farthest corner of the studio’s lounge, solitude reigned. With lunchtime lingering on the horizon and the assistant directors nowhere in sight, Natalie settled into the embrace of an overstuffed couch, the distant din of laughter barely seeping through the walls as she fired up a round of Solitaire on her phone.

“Natalie?” A voice cut through her focus, prompting her to glance up. There stood Arlen,

concern etching his features. “Your cheek still hurting?” he asked softly, gesturing towards her face.

“Thanks for asking. It’s much better now,” Natalie replied, her tone polite but distant.

Arlen stepped inside, fishing a small bottle of pain relief cream from his pocket and extending it toward her. “Miller wanted me to give this to you. Had a hard time catching you alone.”

Natalie eyed the hand hovering close enough that taking the bottle would mean brushing against his fingers. She needed to keep her distance from Arlen.

With a light chuckle, she suggested, “Just set it on the table for now, please. My hands are a bit tied at the moment.”

discuss with Natalie the evening he saw her step out of a sleek sports car. Despite the

the way, I

her.”

hesitation, placing the bottle on

her. But when she turned away, her gaze landed on Brian, who was leaning casually against the

there hadn’t been a sound from the restroom before. She had

scan of the bustling corridor outside, and she decided to make a move. Pocketing her phone and rising from the couch, she approached the door. But before her fingers could graze the handle, Brian’s hand clamped around her wrist, pulling her back with a force that

the lounge

vain against his hold, biting down hard on his wrist when they

winced but managed to shove her into the stall, pinning

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a shiver that shook her to

break free, only to find herself hoisted