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51: MARIE

Author: June Estee
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-26 11:13:15

MARIE

I ravished the food like a hungry lion. Every bite was a small victory, a rebellion against the exhaustion and hunger that had gnawed at me all day. By the time I had finished mine, Storm had barely touched his plate. His food sat there, mostly untouched, as if it were more an afterthought than a necessity.

I looked at him, wanting to ask if I could have some of what was left, but the words caught in my throat, I could not find the courage to ask. There was an invisible barrier between us, not just the physical distance but something far more chilling, and I lacked the courage to break it.

It was as if he read my mind. Without a word, he stood up and emptied half of his plate onto mine. The food spread across my plate, filling it again, but still, he did not speak. No glance, no nod, no sign of softness. Just a cold gesture, like a king tossing scraps to a servant.

I was grateful but unsure how to express it. So, I simply ate, slower this time. I let the food settle in my stomac
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    XAVIER STORMAfter the call ended, I muttered to myself, "This is going to be longer than I planned for." My voice sounded small against the weight of what I was about to do.I tucked the thick envelope under my arm and took my laptop in the other hand. My steps echoed down the hallway as I made my way to my private office at the L-Lounge. The door creaked open like it had done a thousand times before. This room, rich with dark oak, leather chairs, and the scent of ambition, was mine. For now.I sat at my desk and placed the envelope in front of me like it was a ticking bomb. I didn’t open it. Instead, I stared at the wood grain of the desk, letting the reality seep into my chest. It hit me this might be the last time I would ever sit here. The last time I would call this place mine.A chill moved down my spine. Nostalgia slithered through me like smoke. This was the first empire I built. My first real win. The L-Lounge had been my playground, my war zone, my proving ground. I fought

  • MISTRESS OF THE GAME   58:XAVIER STORM

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  • MISTRESS OF THE GAME   57: XAVIER STORM

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  • MISTRESS OF THE GAME   56:XAVIER STORM

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  • MISTRESS OF THE GAME   55:XAVIER STORM

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  • MISTRESS OF THE GAME   54: XAVIER STORM

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