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Chapter 15

Author: Sheenzafar
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-07 19:47:30

Emery Quinn

I hated that I was mad.

Mad at Zayn.

Mad at the way he’d stepped in like a white knight with all the wrong timing.

Mad that he’d grabbed Killian. Lied. Created a scene.

Mad that he’d claimed me as his date like it was some casual line in a club story instead of a loaded statement.

But what I hated even more?

The fact that I cared at all.

I shouldn’t have.

Shouldn’t have cared what Killian thought, what he saw, or how he looked at me like I’d betrayed him somehow—like my body was a crime scene because someone else had dared to touch it.

He wasn’t my boyfriend. He wasn’t my anything.

He was just my boss.

Right?

So why was it still echoing in my head?

That gaze.

That almost-kiss.

That invisible heat that still clung to my skin long after he vanished down the hallway.

The way his thumb had traced my jawline like he was memorizing the curve of it. The way his breath had mingled with mine in that suspended moment before Zayn’s voice cut through everything like a blade.

I could s
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