Chapter: Chapter 8—Cracks in the Armor"Robin's POV"Mitchell showed up at my apartment unannounced on a Tuesday evening.I opened the door to find her standing there with Thai takeout and a look that told me I wasn't getting out of this conversation.She pushed past me without waiting for an invitation. Make yourself at home, I guess.I haven't seen you in two weeks, she said, setting the food on my coffee table. You've been dodging my calls, taking jobs on the opposite side of the city, and generally acting like someone who's trying very hard to disappear.I closed the door and leaned against it. I've been busy.Bullshit. She dropped onto my couch and started unpacking containers of pad thai and spring rolls. You've been hiding. There's a difference.I'm not hiding.Then sit down and eat with me.I hesitated, then joined her on the couch. The smell of the food made my stomach growl. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten a proper meal.Mitchell handed me a container and chopsticks. So, she said casually, I ran into
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Chapter: Chapter 7—Public Humiliation"Robin's POV"I was three hours into repainting the exterior of a small family restaurant when I felt it.That familiar prickling sensation on the back of my neck. The same one I'd felt weeks ago when Christopher used to watch me work at Golden Anchor Homes.I turned around, paint roller still in hand, and there he was.Christopher stood at the edge of the parking lot, hands shoved in his pockets, looking like he hadn't slept in days. His usually perfect hair was messy, his expensive suit wrinkled. Dark circles shadowed his eyes.He looked terrible.And despite everything, my heart still stuttered at the sight of him."Robin," he called out, taking a step forward.I turned back to the wall, gripping the roller tighter. "Leave.""Please. Just five minutes.""I said leave, Christopher.""I can't." His voice was closer now. He was walking toward me. "Not until you hear me out."I spun around, anger flaring hot in my chest. "Hear you out? What exactly do you want to say? That you're sorry
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Chapter: Chapter 6—Ghosts and Blocked Numbers"Robin's POV"I couldn't stop thinking about that night.No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the memories kept flooding back. The way Christopher had looked at me in the dim light of his bedroom. The way his hands had felt on my skin, reverent and desperate at the same time.I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, and let myself remember.His lips had been everywhere. My neck, my collarbone, trailing down my chest with a hunger that made my breath catch. I'd arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders, needing him closer even though there was no space left between us."Robin," he'd whispered against my skin, and the way he said my name made something in my chest crack open.I'd pulled him up, kissing him hard, tasting the desperation in it. Our bodies moved together like we'd done this a thousand times before, like we were made to fit exactly this way.He'd gripped my hips, fingers pressing bruises into my skin that I'd welcome the next morning. Every thrust was delib
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Chapter: Chapter 5—The Truth Shatters Everything"Robin's POV"I couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that caller ID. Sophie with the heart emojis. The way Christopher's expression had shifted when he saw it, guilt flashing across his face before he declined the call and brushed it off as work.Work didn't get heart emojis.I stared at my ceiling, my mind racing through possibilities I didn't want to consider. Maybe Sophie was a sister. A cousin. An ex he was still friendly with. There were a dozen reasonable explanations that didn't involve Christopher lying to me.But my gut told me otherwise.By morning, I'd convinced myself I was overreacting. Christopher had asked me on a proper date. He'd been honest about wanting to see me, about being drawn to me. That had to mean something.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.A text from Christopher. Good morning, how is your day?I stared at the text, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. I should ask him about Sophie. I should demand answers before this goes any further.In
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Chapter: Chapter 4— Desire Takes Over“Robin's POV”Friday came faster than I expected.I spent most of the day trying not to overthink it. It was just dinner. Just two people getting to know each other. Nothing to stress about.Except I was stressed.I changed my shirt three times before settling on a simple black button-down.Nice enough for wherever Christopher was taking me, but not so formal that I looked like I was trying too hard. I ran my fingers through my hair, stared at my reflection, and told myself to relax.My phone buzzed at exactly seven.“I'm outside.”I grabbed my jacket and headed down. When I stepped outside my building, a sleek black car was waiting at the kerb. The driver opened the back door, and there he was.Christopher sat in the backseat, looking effortlessly perfect in a dark grey suit, no tie, and with the top button of his shirt undone. His eyes found mine immediately, and something warm flickered in them."Hey," I said, sliding in beside him."Hey." His voice was softer than usual, almost
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Chapter: Chapter 3 - Lines Begin to Blur"Robin's POV"The elevator doors opened directly into Christopher's penthouse, and I stepped inside, my toolbox feeling suddenly ridiculous in my hand.The space was stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline, sleek modern furniture in shades of grey and cream, and abstract art pieces that probably cost more than my yearly rent. Everything was pristine, carefully curated, and expensive.And completely empty of warmth."Robin."I turned to find Christopher walking toward me. He'd changed since the party. Gone was the sharp suit, replaced by dark jeans and a black sweater that somehow made him look more approachable and more dangerous at the same time. His hair was slightly mussed, like he'd been running his hands through it."Hey," I said, setting my toolbox down. "So where's this shelf?"Christopher stopped a few feet away, hands sliding into his pockets. For a moment, he just looked at me, and I couldn't read the expression on his face."About that," he said fin
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