Chapter 35

"Sir," she said again, her voice sharper this time as she saw him still refusing to budge. Frustrated, she raised her leg swiftly, aiming to kick him square in the groin. But his reflexes were faster. With a firm grip, he caught her leg mid-air, inches away from her intended target.

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‎"I really underestimated you," he said coldly, his grip steady as his eyes met hers. Her expression had gone from fierce to unsettlingly calm, and it sent a shiver down his spine. If he hadn’t acted in that split second, he’d be doubled over in pain right now, and facing one of the most humiliating moments of his life. But despite the near miss, he wasn’t angry. Not with her.

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‎Still holding her leg, he stepped a little closer, a glint of mischief dancing in his otherwise intense gaze. He leaned forward about to steal a kiss one that he knows it will leave her breathless, when the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.

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‎"Perfect timing," he muttered under his breath, straightening himself and releasing her leg. He stepped out calmly, his hands in his pockets, hearing the sharp click of her heels following him.

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‎"Good night, sir," she said briskly as she tried to walk away, silently hoping to make her great escape. But of course, she should have known better. He moved with such speed and precision that she didn’t even see it coming. One moment she was turning to leave, the next, his hand had gently but firmly pulled her back.

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‎"You’re really good at provoking me, aren’t you?" he said, standing close again, their faces inches apart. His eyes locked onto hers, and she felt the weight of his stare settle deep into her chest. He wasn’t just looking at her, he was reading her, searching her soul. Her breath caught, and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest like it wanted to break free.

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‎She refused to look away, but it was getting harder to maintain her composure.

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‎"Can we go now?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended, betraying her inner turmoil. That maddening heartbeat of hers was going wild again, every time he was near, her chest turned into a drum. It was enough to make her wonder if she had an actual heart condition, or if it was just this man messing with her head.

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‎Her words snapped Edward out of whatever spell he'd fallen into. He blinked, then inhaled deeply, regaining control. Without a word, he turned and walked toward his car. Reaching it, he opened the passenger side door for her like a gentleman, waiting for her to get in. She slid into the seat silently, and he closed the door behind her with a soft click.

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‎Just as he turned to walk to the driver’s side, a strange chill swept over him. He froze, a sudden, sharp awareness prickling the back of his neck, like he was being watched.

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‎He glanced around quickly, eyes scanning the shadows. Nothing. No one. The parking lot was empty.

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‎He shook his head and exhaled. "Probably just my imagination," he muttered, brushing the thought aside.

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‎Sliding into the driver’s seat, he fastened his seatbelt and stole a glance at Claire. She was quiet, staring out the window, lost in thought. For a brief second, he watched her, the tension in the air between them still palpable.

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‎Then, without another word, he started the engine, and the car glided smoothly into the night.

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‎The humid night air hung heavy as Jeffery emerged from the dim shadows of the parking lot, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned against the cool concrete, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, replaying the tense moments from earlier. He had been so close to catching by edward. The consequences of actually apprehending him flooded Jeffery's mind, a chilling thought that he quickly pushed aside.

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‎Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jeffery pulled out his phone, his thumb swiping through the contacts until he found the name he was looking for: Conrad, his boss. He dialed the number, needing to relay the information he'd gathered.

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‎"Hello, sir," Jeffery began, his voice tight with urgency. But before he could continue, the sound of a woman's moan, raw and intimate, broke through the line, causing him to instinctively pull the phone away from his ear.

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‎"Speak," Conrad's voice cut through the background noise, hoarse and commanding, punctuated by the distinct sounds of a woman's escalating pleasure.

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‎Confused but determined, Jeffery forced himself to focus.

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‎"Sir, Mr. Edward has been taking a woman home from the company lately. I managed to slip into the parking lot today and got some pictures," he explained, his concentration shattered by the disturbing sounds on the phone. A sudden, unwelcome physical reaction rippled through him as he heard the distinct sounds of a body hitting another, the moans on the phone becoming increasingly vivid.

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‎"Send me the pictures and investigate the girl," Conrad commanded, his voice a low growl, before the call abruptly ended.

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‎With a mixture of professionalism and lingering shock, Jeffery sent the incriminating images to Conrad and quickly left the parking lot. His mission had shifted, and now, he had a new target: Claire.

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‎On Conrad end of the line, Conrad ended the call with a sudden, violent motion, tossing his phone across the room where it clattered against the wall. His breathing was heavy and ragged, fueled by a torrent of frustration that had been building for years. His brother’s betrayal consumed his thoughts, a constant, bitter replay of events that had poisoned his relationships and his peace of mind.

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‎Fuckk..., yesssssss," the woman moan as he pound his huge member inside her, as he hold her tigh down, making her eyes rolled.

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‎Every thrust was a blow delivered not in passion, but as a desperate outlet for his simmering rage.

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‎He barely registered the presence of the woman beneath him, her loud moan lost to the tempest in his mind. The betrayal by his brother was a relentless storm, and he was caught in its fury, seeking a release that remained elusive.

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‎Arrr...., please it's hurt," the woman scream tears falling from her eyes as she couldn't take it anymore, but her word fall on a deaf hear, as Conrad continue thrusting faster making her reach organism time to time, her moan and body clapping feel the room.

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‎Each thrust was a desperate attempt to outrun the pain, to find an escape from the weight of his anger and disappointment.

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‎Eventually, the intensity of the moment subsided, leaving behind a heavy silence. He withdrew, the physical exertion replaced by an emotional fatigue. Rising from the bed, his movements were mechanical, a stark contrast to the storm that had raged within him moments before.

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‎Arrr..Fuck," he groan reaching his climax, as he breathe heavily, he removed his member from her slicking wet pussy, getting down from the bed and remove the condom that was full of semen throwing it aside.

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‎The temporary release offered no lasting solace, and the memory of his brother's actions returned, a persistent ache in the stillness of the room.