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DON'T BEG ME NOW, MR. ARMSTRONG 073
For a moment, I couldn’t move.I stood there, just past the entrance, my fingers still loosely wrapped around my clutch, my mind struggling to catch up with what my eyes had already processed. It wasn’t the hug itself that unsettled me—it wasn’t even particularly intimate, not in a way that should have mattered—but it was the ease of it. The familiarity. The way Brandon’s arms had gone around her without hesitation, like it was something he’d done a hundred times before.I didn’t like how quickly my chest tightened in response.It was ridiculous.Unnecessary.And completely avoidable—if I simply turned around and left.The thought came almost immediately, instinctive and sharp. I could leave. No one had seen me yet. I could walk right back out, get into my car, and pretend this moment hadn’t happened. It wouldn’t change anything. It shouldn’t change anything.So I moved.One step back.Then another.My gaze dropped, my body already turning slightly toward the door when—“Joan.”I froz
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Joan“Waiting for someone?”He flinched.Not subtly. Not in a way he could recover from quickly enough for me to pretend I hadn’t seen it. It was sharp, instinctive—the kind of reaction that only came when someone was caught exactly where they weren’t supposed to be.Good.Donald turned toward me slowly, his expression shifting through confusion, recognition, and then something much harder to mask. Panic.“Ms. Lancaster.”My name sounded unfamiliar on his tongue. Careful. Controlled. Like he was trying to measure the situation before deciding how to react.I didn’t give him time.I slid into the empty seat beside him at the bar, setting my clutch down with quiet precision before signaling the bartender for a drink. The hotel bar was exactly what I expected it to be at this hour—low lights, muted conversations, the soft hum of something expensive and discreet. The kind of place people came to be seen without really being seen.Donald’s kind of place.“I didn’t expect to run into you he
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~~Brandon~~I didn’t plan to check on them. Not immediately, at least.Living in the same house didn’t mean I had to be everywhere at once, and lately, I’d been trying—unsuccessfully—to give Joan some space. Things had been… tense. Not outwardly. Not in a way anyone else would notice. But I’d started picking up on the small things—the way she went quiet more often, the way she seemed to be thinking ten steps ahead of everyone else, the way something always lingered just beneath the surface.Still, something felt off the moment I stepped into the house that evening.It was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind. The kind that made you pause without meaning to.I loosened my tie as I walked further in, dropping my keys on the console by the door. “Joan?” I called out casually, expecting a response from somewhere nearby.Nothing.But then I heard voices.Low. Soft.From the living room.I followed the sound, my steps slowing just slightly as I approached the doorway, like some part of me alrea
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~~Joan's POV~~I knew something was wrong the moment he walked in.Kai was never this quiet.Not after school.Not after spending hours around other children, coming home with stories that made little sense but somehow meant everything to him.He usually talked.A lot.About who pushed who.About what he learned.About what he wanted to eat.Today—Nothing.He just walked in, his hand slipping out of the nanny’s as he stepped into the house, his small shoulders drawn in slightly, like he was carrying something too heavy for him.My chest tightened.I was already standing before I realized it, my gaze fixed on him as he slipped off his shoes without looking up.“Kai?” I called softly.He paused.Just for a second.Then he looked at me.And something in my stomach dropped.Because there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.Confusion.Uncertainty.Fear.“Hey, baby,” I said, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. “How was school?”He didn’t answer immediately.Just sto
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DeanThe room didn’t empty immediately after she left.It lingered.Heavy.Like the air itself had thickened, pressing down on everyone still seated at that table.No one spoke.Not at first.They avoided my gaze—subtly, but not subtly enough. Papers were gathered a little too slowly. Chairs shifted a little too carefully. Conversations that should’ve followed… didn’t.Because they knew.They all knew something had shifted in that room.And it wasn’t in my favor.My jaw tightened as I stared at the door she had just walked out of.Calm.Untouched.Like she hadn’t just walked into my company and reminded everyone exactly who held more power.A slow breath left me.Then I laughed.Low.Sharp.Devoid of humor.“Meeting’s over,” I said.My voice cut through the silence like a blade.That was all they needed.Chairs scraped back almost immediately this time. People stood. Moved. Left.Quickly.Too quickly.Cowards.Every single one of them.I didn’t stop them.Didn’t call anyone back.Beca
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I hated that I had to remind them of that to get their respect. It felt like I'd been coercing them into doing my bidding, and I was sure that if Victor was here, he'd have advised me to try another way. But it was also necessary. Everyone needed a little reminder once in a while. “If I don't at least get a right to speak concerning a decision that'd limit my position in the company, then what's the point of owning so many shares?” I asked no one in particular. And no one answered. “Let the decision be made again. This time, we cast votes now that everyone is present,” I went on. “And whatever the results are, I'll respect it.”It took a moment before the re room erupted in murmurs once again. “Ms. Lancaster. You need to understand that we've already settled this,” Donald spoke first, and the others followed his beat. It was almost like he had more control than Dean. “This is unnecessary—”“Reopening the vote sets a bad precedent. Obviously—”“It’s a waste of time—”Their voice
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~~Joan~~Brandon’s house didn’t look like he'd just moved in. That was the first thing I noticed when we entered. It was… put together. Well thought-out. Like every piece of furniture had been placed with intention instead of convenience... like he had plans for it to be an actual home where kids
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He stood, glaring at me. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to go in, but then he clicked his tongue once and returned to the car. "I wonder how anyone puts up with you," he muttered as he walked past me. I fought a smirk. He wasn't winning me now, he wasn't winning me ever. "Funny. Bec
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~~Joan~~It had been three days since I sent Dean an email.Three days of checking my inbox more times than I cared to admit, for reasons I wasn't proud of. Three days of obsessing over the man I hated more than anything in the world. I sat behind my desk, my laptop open in front of me, my eyes fi
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~~Brandon~~The table fell silent after Joan's words. A slow frown made its way to my face as I looked between her and my grandfather, who just looked like it was every other day's news. I thought he'd have shown more reaction to the information.I wasn't actively involved in Joan's life, but I al
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