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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE: NOT ABOUT TRUST

Author: Vivienne
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-07 17:51:18

IRIS

He locked me in.

He actually fucking locked me in!

I paced the room for a full hour, dragging my hand through my hair as I got frustrated. This wasn’t like Maverick. Even when he was at his angriest, he wouldn’t do something like this to me.

Or maybe I just hadn’t seen him at his angriest.

My mind flashed back to the little rendezvous that we had in the study. Nothing seemed off. Yes, he was upset, but the way he fucked me and took care of me so gently afterwards…

I thought he was okay. I though ‘we’ were okay.

But he locked me in without my phone while he stepped out. When he could have just as easily left without a word and WITHOUT locking the door.

The worst part was that I had no idea how long he’d been gone. But I knew he was gone for a long time.

I didn’t know when I finally fell asleep, but the sound of faint footsteps approaching the door woke me up.

My body froze.

The sun was already starting to rise. It had to be at least 5am now. At least.

My pulse kicked into over
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