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9. Angry Boss

Author: Feriha Writer
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-10 23:55:44
Rowan's POV

I stepped out of the washroom, letting the cool air hit my face, but it did nothing to calm the fire under my skin or the boner in my pants. It felt like my hardness would rip out of my pants. My breaths were shallow, controlled—but only just.

The feeling of her lingered.

Her breathless voice still echoed in my head. The way her lips parted slightly when I trapped her between my arms. The tension that cracked in the air when our eyes met. The moment her chest brushed against mine—hell, I could still feel that.

Damn it.

I ran a hand through my hair, jaw tight. I needed to shake this off. I had no business letting her get under my skin like that. But the more I tried to push her out of my mind, the more vividly I remembered the look in her eyes—the mix of defiance and something else... something I couldn’t name. Something dangerous.

But you're not here to feel this way towards this girl, Rowan. You're here to make her fucking pay. And she will pay.

Before I could spiral deepe
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