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Chapter Twelve

Author: A. Willow
last update publish date: 2025-09-02 22:05:52

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I watched as she fumbled her way around the room, gathering files and other materials necessary for this meeting. I didn't mean to do that to her in the middle of the day, at work, but for some reason, I couldn't contain myself.

I watch her through the cameras a lot. I don't think she knows that. Fury blazed in my blood when I saw her talking to that idiot while being all up on one another. I'm aware there's a good chance she feels something for me, but I'
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    I spent the rest of the week at the Norman house.Steve drove me to and from work every day without complaint. He didn’t push, didn’t ask why I was sleeping in my old room again, didn’t mention the way I sometimes stared at my engagement ring weirdly. He just… was there. Quiet. Steady. Familiar.Knox didn’t call. Didn’t text. Didn’t show up.The office was a minefield.Mike kept his distance after our lunch, but I caught him watching me—concern in his eyes every time Aiden walked past my desk with that smug little smirk. Knox was a ghost: with his doors closed, endless meetings and his eyes avoiding mine in the hallways.By Friday I felt like I was coming apart at the seams.I was late.Not late-for-a-meeting late. Late-late, for my period.Five days. Then six. Then seven.I’d been irregular before—stress, grief, the chaos of moving in with Knox—but never this late. And the nausea that hit every morning, the way my breasts ached when I took off my bra at night, the bone-deep exhaustio

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    Steve’s SUV smelled like pine cleaner and the faint trace of cigarette smoke he always tried to hide from his mom. It was familiar in a way that made my chest ache—the same scent that clung to the old Norman house where I’d spent most of my teenage years after the accident.He didn’t take me to his apartment. He drove straight to the house in the suburbs, the one his parents still lived in, the one that had been my safe place when the world fell apart at fourteen.The porch light was on. Mrs. Norman—Ellen—opened the door before we even reached it, wrapping me in a hug that smelled like vanilla and home without asking a single question. She just murmured, ā€œOh, sweetheart,ā€ and led me inside.Steve carried my bag. His dad, Paul, gave me a quiet nod from the recliner, the TV flickering with some late-night news. They didn’t pry. They never had.Ellen made me chamomile tea and tucked me into the guest room that used to be mine—same pale blue walls, same quilt Lena and I picked out at sixt

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    I didn’t go straight to the penthouse after work. I couldn’t face it—not after the day I’d had.I walked the cold streets for hours, letting the December sleet soak through my coat, watching happy couples hurry past with shopping bags and linked arms. My phone stayed dark. No texts from Knox. No calls. Just that last message from hours ago: Staying at the office tonight. Don’t wait up.As if I’d been waiting up for him like some lovesick fool.By the time I finally keyed myself into the penthouse, it was past eleven. The lights were low, the city glittering beyond the windows like a mockery of everything I thought I’d have when I signed that stupid fake-engagement contract.Knox was home.He stood in the kitchen, back to me, pouring scotch into a crystal glass. His jacket was gone, sleeves rolled up, the muscles in his forearms tense as he gripped the bottle harder than necessary. He’d heard me come in—he always did—but he didn’t turn around right away.ā€œYou’re late,ā€ he said finally,

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    ā€œI didn’t see much of you at the party,ā€ I said to Steve as I looked over at him. His nose is scrunched up in that way it usually is whenever he’s kind of shy. ā€œYeah, you were kind of busy with your guests.ā€ ā€œSo? You could have hung around more.ā€ ā€œI guess.ā€ He swiped at the back of his neck. ā€œSorry.ā€ The car became silent once again, aside from the occasional rumble of the engine. ā€œAre you happy?ā€ He asked suddenly. ā€œHuh?ā€ ā€œKnox Carter. Does he make you happy?ā€ ā€œHe does,ā€ I said with a smile. ā€œThat’s good then.ā€ He said with a tone that sounded like he was trying to convince himself. The car came to a stop right in front of my building. I unbuckled my seatbelt and fully turned to him. ā€œThank you,ā€ I whispered. ā€œYou’re welcome,ā€ he mumbled back. ā€œHow’s your girlfriend doing?ā€ I asked. ā€œWhat girlfriend?ā€ He replied surprised. ā€œYours.ā€ ā€œYou know I don’t have any.ā€ ā€œWhich is exactly wh

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    ***Rosalie*** My body locked when he said my name but my eyeballs swivelled to Vivian who was shockingly completely immune to the scary vibes sparking menacingly in the room. ā€œI’ll talk to your latest piece of ass however the fuck I want, dickhead.ā€ At that, Knox moved a

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    ***Rosalie*** His hand has a strong grip on my hip bone as he rocks me back and forward with force. Our eyes are locked, and this is one of those moments where neither of us speaks—it’s perfect without words. He grabs a handful of my hair and drags me down to him; his lips take

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    ***Rosalie*** The party was in full swing. People were mingling and laughing, I’m very happy. I’ve interacted with everyone except Ana. She’s not speaking to me or her father. I have no idea what she thinks about all this. Emma went all out with the decorations. The tables are covered

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