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THIRTY - EIGHT

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-06-09 17:38:31

CARA's POV

Soft jazz curled out into the hallway from the open double doors of his penthouse. Low lighting bathed the entryway in gold and deep brown, all wood accents and moody shadows. Every inch of the suite felt expensive. No—intimate. The kind of place where secrets were whispered and rules didn’t matter.

I stepped in, clutching my coat a little tighter, trying not to look overwhelmed. But I was. This wasn’t just luxury—it was calculated warmth. The kind that was built to soften you before you even realized it.

“Cara,” David’s voice came from across the room—smooth, low, like he was saying something far more intimate than my name.

He was standing near the window, backlit by the city, holding two glasses of something amber. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled to the elbow, barefoot in slim dark pants that somehow made him look more dangerous, not less.

“Wow,” I said before I could help it, glancing around.

He smiled, stepping toward me. “Let me guess… a littl
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