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Taking Control

ผู้เขียน: Sophie George
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-05-30 20:13:14
Lena’s POV 🌸

Adrian ordered again. It felt like we haven’t seen each other for a while. My thumb hovered over the “Accept” button for almost a minute. I knew what would happen if I went there. My body knew too. I accepted it anyway.

***

When I reached his door, I knocked twice. No answer. I waited, then knocked again. Still nothing.

Heart racing, I turned the handle and stepped inside.

The penthouse was dimly lit. I could hear the sound of running water shutting off in the bathroom. I placed th
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