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I stood in front of the full-length mirror for the tenth time, smoothing the black silk over my hips. The dress clung like a second skin-low back exposing the curve of my spine, thigh-high slit flashing leg with every step, neckline dipping just low enough to tease the swell of my breasts. No bra. No panties. Exactly as Mateo ordered. My nipples were already hard against the fabric, sensitive from the cool air and the constant throb of anticipation between my thighs.

 

I should be more than this. I knew I should respect myself more but I wouldn't. He said he'd send someone. I assumed a driver. Not... him.

 

The doorbell rang.

 

I took one last breath, fixed a stray curl behind my ear, and opened the door.

 

Nathan.

 

Gray suit. Polished shoes. Expression like he'd rather be anywhere else.

 

"The fuck?" I hissed.

 

He didn't flinch. Just nodded once. "He sent me."

 

Frustration boiled up so fast I almost laughed. I should've told Mateo yesterday-no overtime, no favors, no letting my ex chauffeur me around like some prize. But I'd been too distracted by the promise of his hands, his mouth, the way he'd growled "no panties" like it was law.

 

I turned away without inviting him in. Let him follow. Let him watch.

 

I reapplied lip gloss in the bathroom mirror-slow, deliberate. Caught his reflection staring. Hungry. Possessive. The dress left nothing to imagination: every curve, every inch of thigh, the shadowed valley between my breasts. I knew what he saw. I knew what he wanted. And I let him look. Stubborn. Petty. Because if Mateo wanted me dressed like sin, then sin I'd be.

 

In the elevator I leaned against the wall, arms crossed under my chest-pushing my cleavage higher. Nathans gaze dropped. Jaw clenched. Good.

 

"What will you do if you find out I have something going on with your boss?" I asked, voice sweet.

 

He ground his teeth. Didn't answer.

 

The ride down was thick with silence. I waited for the explosion-yelling, name-calling, the old control tactics. Nothing. Just that simmering stare.

 

Outside, he opened the car door for me. Roughly. The edge of the frame nearly caught my hip. I slid in. He slammed it shut.

 

Through the rearview mirror our eyes met. He smirked. Then floored it.

 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

 

"Where do you think?" His voice was flat. "A hotel."

 

My stomach dropped. Ten in the morning. A hotel. After everything-the spa, the hair, the clothes, the kisses in the car that nearly killed us-Mateo wanted to fuck me in some anonymous room? Like I was just another debt to collect?

 

I knew I needed to give myself some respect.

 

I stared out the window, nails digging into my palms. The black dress suddenly felt too tight. Too exposed. Too much like a transaction.

 

"You okay?" Nathan asked. Mock concern.

 

I glared at his reflection. "Mind your goddamn business."

 

He shrugged. Turned onto a quieter street. Pulled into an underground garage beneath a sleek, mid-tier hotel. Not the penthouse glamour I'd imagined. Not the kind of place Mateo usually went.

 

Something felt wrong. I felt wronged.

 

He killed the engine. Got out. Opened my door again-this time gentler. Led me to the elevator. Up to the fifth floor. Room 512.

 

"Feel at home, Bell," he said casually. Then he walked inside like he owned it.

 

My heart slammed against my ribs.

 

I stepped in after him. Door clicked shut behind me.

 

He shrugged off his jacket. Hung it on the chair. Rolled up his sleeves.

 

My phone rang in my bag.

 

I fumbled for it-heart racing-while Nathan watched.

 

Caller: Mateo.

 

I answered. "Hello?"

 

"I'm so sorry, Isabella. I can't make it today." His voice was tight, frustrated. "Treat yourself with whatever you receive. Be a good girl."

 

I froze. "Wait-what?"

 

"Report said you left already. " He said to someone at the background " Luci is missing "He is with you? I expected him back by now. Where are you? I am driving, no video calls"

 

The line went dead.

 

Before I could process, Nathan stepped closer. Too close.

 

"Bell."

 

I backed up. Bag clutched to my chest like armor. "Get away from me."

 

"You can forget everything. We can start again."

 

My phone vibrated again. I snatched it up.

 

Mateo: Change of plans. I'm at your apartment. Where the fuck are you?!

 

Nathan ripped it from my hand. Powered it off. Tossed it onto the bed.

 

"I want you back," he said quietly. "I don't like what you're doing with that fuck-face who doesn't care about you."

 

He stepped forward. I stepped back.

 

"You don't know he has a twelve-year-old son. He'll just fuck you like he fucks everyone else."

 

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my gut. I tried to hide the shake in my voice.

 

"You know what he does to the women at Harmony?" Nathan continued. "That Nigerian girl-Aisha? He fucked her too. He'll do the same to you."

 

The words landed like punches. I pictured Aisha's warm smile, her confidence. Pictured Mateo's hands on her. His mouth. His cock.

 

I shoved hard against Nathan's chest. "At least he seems better than you'll ever be in your fucking life."

 

I snatched my phone back. Marched to the door. Tried the handle.

 

Locked.

 

His calmness made sense now.

 

"I love you, Bell. I'm doing this because I love you."

 

I laughed-bitter, broken. "Any woman who wants you is a sick fuck. Open the door and accept you've lost."

 

He walked over. Grabbed my face. Hard. Kissed me-wet, forceful, tasting like desperation.

 

Disgust surged. I slapped him-hard. Palm stinging. His cheek bloomed red.

 

"I'd rather date seven cheating assholes than your pathetic-"

 

His hand cracked across my face.

 

Pain exploded. Copper flooded my mouth. Blood. I spat it at him-red splatter on his white shirt.

 

He hit me again. Harder. Knuckles this time.

 

I crumpled. Vision blurred on the left side. Head ringing.

 

"Look what you made me do, bitch."

 

He hauled me up. Wrapped me in a suffocating hug.

 

"I didn't mean to punch you," he whispered. "You know I love you."

 

I stayed limp. Tears streamed. Face throbbing. Eye swelling shut.

 

"Please get me out of here," I sobbed.

 

He kissed my forehead. My nose. Tilted my chin to look at the damage he'd done.

 

"Forgive me, Isabella. Fucking forgive me."

 

I nodded. Fast. Desperate.

 

"I forgive you," I lied. "Just get me out. Please."

 

He smiled. Soft. Relieved.

 

I smiled back-fake, trembling-while inside I screamed.

 

One chance. One opening.

 

And I would run.

 

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