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CHAPTER 26: THE BREAKFAST DRAMA

Author: YomWrites
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-07 20:58:17

TRISTAN'S POV

The lukewarm water had done little to wash away the grime of that encounter. I collapsed onto the bed, the faint scent of sandalwood and something vaguely floral clinging to my skin. The workout had been cut short, a paltry forty-five minutes instead of the usual hour, all thanks to him. That stranger. The memory still made my skin crawl.

His words, thick with insinuation, echoed in my head. The way he’d cornered me, the blatant proposition hanging in the air like cheap cologne.

"You smell good, real good."

And the promise, or was it a threat, whispered as I’d wrenched myself free.

"I'll find you, and when I do, we'll settle this score."

I hadn’t wanted to think about it, hadn’t wanted to acknowledge the unsettling mix of disgust and… something else, something I refused to name, that his brazen advance had stirred within me. But now, here I was, replaying the scene like a broken record.

The insistent rapping on the door snapped me back to reality.

"Come in," I grumbl
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