Masuk“Drive me home…” she slurred, sliding into his car. Sarah Smith, 45, never thought one drunken mistake would change her life. She thought he was just a cab driver, until she woke up tangled in the sheets with Liam Hamilton, the arrogant, sinfully gorgeous 25-year-old CEO every woman wanted. She wants to pretend it never happened. He wants more. Now, she’s caught in a dangerous game of passion, power, and temptation. Can she resist the man who’s twenty years younger, or will one forbidden night turn into a love that shatters all the rules?
Lihat lebih banyakThe rain came hard, a wild, relentless drumming against the tin roof of the hut.It fell in silver sheets, washing the colors of the highlands into shades of grey and gold, swallowing the horizon whole.Liam stood only inches away from Sarah, the storm behind him, the truth before him. His soaked shirt clung to his chest, the fabric tracing the outline of muscle and breath, the steady rhythm of a heart that once almost stopped.Sarah’s pulse beat violently in her ears.She didn’t move. Couldn’t. The world had narrowed to the sound of the rain and the faint tremor in his voice.“Sarah,” he said quietly, almost drowned by thunder, “do you ever believe that some souls are meant to cross paths more than once?”Her lips parted, but no words came. His eyes, the storm reflected in them were unreadable.He took a step closer. The air between them grew warmer despite the chill.“I wasn’t supposed to be alive,” he continued, his tone raw. “Ten years ago, I tried to end it. I went to the rooftop
The path narrowed again as the mist began to clear.Hours had passed since the bridge, but the air between them was still charged, quietly electric, like the world had overheard something it wasn’t meant to. The sun hung low now, bleeding gold across the ridges, and every leaf glittered with droplets of rain.They walked in near silence, the rhythm of their steps softened by moss and mud. Every now and then, Liam would glance back, slowing his pace just enough to make sure Sarah was still behind him.She noticed it, though he never said a word.“You keep checking on me,” she said finally, voice light but a little breathless.“Can you blame me?” His smile curved, soft but teasing. “You’ve almost given me two heart attacks today.”“Two?”He chuckled. “First on the bridge. Second when you said you weren’t made for hiking. I thought you were going to quit before the summit.”Sarah scoffed, pushing a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “Please. I’m a surgeon. I can handle a little mountain
Liam lunged forward before he even thought. The bridge rattled under his weight, ropes creaking, wooden planks groaning against the pull of gravity. Below them, mist rolled like a living sea, white, endless, swallowing sound and sight.Sarah’s fingers clung desperately to the rope railing, her boots scraping for grip against the slick plank. For one terrifying second, Liam saw her body tilt again, his pulse stopped. He dropped to his knees, arm shooting out.“Hold on!”Her hand found his. Small. Cold. Trembling. But alive.The world narrowed to that single connection, their hands, the violent sway of the bridge, the pounding of two hearts. Rainwater slid from his hair down to her wrist, mixing with the trembling pulse beneath his fingers.He hauled her upward, the strain burning through his muscles. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body collided against his chest.For a long moment, neither of them moved. The bridge swayed beneath them, ropes groaning. Wind howled around them, c
The rain had stopped before dawn.Mist clung to the valley like a memory refusing to fade. Dew dripped from the bamboo leaves in slow, rhythmic drops, each one catching a sliver of the newborn light. The forest smelled of earth and renewal, wet soil, fern, and faint traces of coffee brewing in the crisp air.Sarah stirred inside the small mountain hut, cocooned in the soft weight of a blanket Liam had tucked around her during the night. She opened her eyes to the sight of him crouched by the doorway, pouring hot water into a tin cup. Steam curled from the mug, ghostlike, vanishing into the morning chill.He glanced over his shoulder. “Morning, sleepyhead.”She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “You’re too cheerful for someone who dragged me halfway up a mountain yesterday.”He grinned. “You’re welcome.”“Remind me again why I agreed to this?” she asked, stretching.“Because,” he said, offering her a mug, “you secretly love the view.”Sarah took the coffee and inhaled deeply, strong, earthy, s






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