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CHAPTER 90 — I Hate That I Understand
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2026-08-10 10:04:21
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One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 93 — The Perfect Trap
*POV Derby* My thumb hit the clicker three times in a row, advancing through the slide deck on my dual monitors until the numbers aligned with my master ledger. The strategy room on the executive floor smelled faintly of fresh floor wax and stale espresso. It was barely seven-thirty in the morning, but the air inside the Vasquez Holdings tower was already humming with the kind of high-strung, nervous energy that only preceded a global investor summit. I dragged my hand down my face, fighting off the dull residue of yesterday’s emotional exhaustion. After Jordan left my building’s lobby, I had forced myself to sleep for six solid hours, promising my reflection in the bathroom mirror that I would treat today like any other day on the job. No personal history, and unspoken confessions. Just numbers, compliance regulations, and raw data. The glass door behind me slid open with a whisper. I expected Daniel bringing the final roster for the European contingent, or perhaps one o
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*POV Derby* A chipped ceramic coffee mug slipped through my fingers and clattered onto the counter, splashing lukewarm water across my wrist. I didn't wipe it off right away. Instead, I stared at the drop hanging off my skin, watching it tremble as my pulse refused to settle. In the hallway, Jordan hadn't moved an inch. He stood framed by the narrow doorway, his tailored shoulders blocking out the dim overhead fixture, his eyes fixed on me with a quiet, terrifying patience. "The lobby," I said, my voice cutting through the silence before I could convince myself to retreat behind a locked door. "There's a corner lounge near the mailboxes. We are not doing this in my hallway, and we are certainly not doing it in my apartment." A faint, subtle twitch softened the line of Jordan’s jaw. He didn't argue. He simply stepped back, clearing a path for me, and nodded once. "Lead the way." The ground floor of my building smelled faintly of old mail, pine cleaner, and damp concrete. Tuc
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 91 — The Wrong Assumption
*POV Derby* The brass door handle rattled twice before Jordan could force his hand back to his side. His pulse hit a sudden, sickening cadence, a cold spike of fury locking every muscle in his back as the heavy oak door swung inward. A middle-aged man in grease-stained blue coveralls stepped into the doorway, wiping his calloused hands on an oily red rag. A heavy metal toolbox dangled from his left grip. "All set with the main supply valve, miss," the mechanic called over his shoulder, completely ignoring the towering, impeccably tailored executive standing rooted to the concrete landing. "Pipe had a hairline crack right near the joiner. Keep the cold line running low for an hour so the sealant sets." My voice echoed from the kitchen counter, light and dry. "Thanks, Miller. Put the invoice on the landlord’s tab like usual." The technician nodded, stepped past Jordan with a brief grunt, and plodded down the narrow stairwell. Jordan stayed frozen on the threshold. The tight, suf
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 90 — I Hate That I Understand
*POV Derby* My fingernails dug four small crescent moon indentations into the palm of my left hand before I realized I was doing it. I uncurled my fingers slowly, staring down at the faint white marks fading against my skin. The silence inside my small, white-walled apartment was deafening. No humming servers, no ringing landlines, no soft chatter of junior paralegals rushing down carpeted corridors. Just the quiet tick of the wall clock counting down hours I didn't want to live through. I tried to summon a healthy, burning anger. I wanted to smash the ceramic mug sitting on my kitchen counter, to scream at Jordan for leading me down a dark path only to drop my hand the second his fiancee called. I wanted to hate Tamara Hayden for her cool, aristocratic arrogance, for treating people like chess pieces in a long-game strategy. None of it came. The anger just collapsed into a dull, hollow ache. That was the cruelest joke of all. I couldn't hate Jordan because I understood him.
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 89 — The Call He Answered
*POV Derby* My thumb hovered over the high-speed copier start button for three seconds before I pressed down. The mechanical hum filled the small utility room, spitting out collated pages of the revised investor deck, but my eyes stayed fixed on the rhythmic green light. I had spent seven hours telling myself last night was just a slip. A momentary lapse in judgment brought on by late hours, exhaustion, and rain pounding against a windshield. It meant nothing. The near-touch didn't mean anything. The unfinished sentence didn't mean anything. Except my skin still remembered the heat of his fingers hovering an inch from my jaw. My chest still felt the hollow, sickening drop from the exact second Tamara Hayden’s name lit up his dashboard display. He hadn't called me after I stepped out into the rain. He hadn't texted to ask if I made it upstairs safely. And that silence was an answer in itself. Gathering the freshly printed stacks against my ribs, I squared my shoulders and w
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 88 — Almost
*POV Derby* The heavy rhythmic thumping of wipers sweeping across glass was the only sound inside the leather cabin of Jordan’s SUV. I pulled my hands further into my sleeves, resting my knuckles against my knee so he wouldn't see the tiny, nervous twitch in my fingers. Neither of us had spoken since we crossed the bridge three miles back. The rain was coming down in thick, blinding sheets, turning the city streetlights into blurry halos of gold and red along the empty boulevard. Instead of turning off toward his penthouse complex at the midtown junction, Jordan had silently taken the outer ring road toward my building. He hadn't asked if I needed a ride, and I hadn't offered to call a cab. It was another one of those unwritten, dangerous habits that had settled between us over the past two weeks. The vehicle glided smoothly to a stop right by the curb in front of my apartment complex. The engine didn't die; it just settled into a quiet, low vibration that seemed to buzz r
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-POV Derby I woke up first. My heart was already hammering before my eyes could adjust to the ceiling that wasn’t mine. The room still smelled like him — clean soap, warm skin, something that still clung to me from last night, the same scent that had wrapped around me last night when he paused r
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 1 — Okay.
-POV Derby The message came at 9:47 PM and killed two years in ten seconds. I think you deserve to know. Three cold sentences from a girl I’d never met. Rian had been fucking her for eight months. Eight months of him coming home late, smiling at his phone, telling me “it’s just work” while I k
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 6 — Again
-POV Derby The first thing that brought me back to reality wasn’t the blinding sunlight cutting through the heavy velvet drapes. It was the sheer, suffocating quiet of the room. I blinked my eyes open, my brain taking a messy five seconds to remember exactly where I was. Penthouse suite. The Four
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-POV Derby Somewhere between freezing under Jordan Vasquez’s heavy gaze in the conference room and stepping into the private executive elevator, my brain completely short-circuited. I’d already decided to go upstairs. The rest was me desperately acting like this was still up for debate. The ride t
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