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Patrick's Ultimatum

Author: Reid
last update publish date: 2026-07-14 06:33:26

CATARINA

I woke at 4:47 AM, my body coiled tight with restless energy.

The bed beside me was warm where Jameson slept, his breathing deep and even. I watched him for a moment in the darkness—the strong line of his jaw, the way his hand rested on the pillow where I'd been sleeping.

Someone had tried to poison me.

In our own home.

The fury that had been simmering since last night flared hot in my chest. I needed to move. Needed to hit something. Needed to work this rage out of my system before I
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    CATARINAI woke at 4:47 AM, my body coiled tight with restless energy.The bed beside me was warm where Jameson slept, his breathing deep and even. I watched him for a moment in the darkness—the strong line of his jaw, the way his hand rested on the pillow where I'd been sleeping.Someone had tried to poison me.In our own home.The fury that had been simmering since last night flared hot in my chest. I needed to move. Needed to hit something. Needed to work this rage out of my system before I did something reckless.Carefully, I slipped out of bed and pulled on workout clothes in the dark. Jameson didn't stir. Good. He needed the rest after the stress of yesterday.The compound was silent as I made my way to the gym, my bare feet soundless on the hardwood floors. The guards nodded as I passed, but didn't speak. They knew better than to question me at this hour.The gym was empty and dark. I flipped on the lights and headed straight for the heavy bag.I didn't bother with wraps or glo

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