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A Feeling Of Desire.

Author: Amber Rayvin.
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-17 12:52:27

Chapter 10.

Jerald sat under the dim glow of the chandelier light, fingers drumming lazily against the long mahogany table.

The room carried the low hum of conversation, men gathered in dark suits, murmuring over business charts and numbers. But Jerald wasn’t truly in the room. Not mentally. His body was there, statuesque in his chair, but his focus had long slipped away.

His eyes held onto the man who stood at the far end of the table discussing business deals, but Jerald’s ear could only hold onto the soft hum of a diffusing machine that was currently brewing in some incense in the room.

The scent was thick in the air, curling with lavender and sandalwood. It should’ve been calming, but to Jerald, it was irritating—too soft, too peaceful for the chaos in his mind.

His mind was occupied, filled with thoughts, but those thoughts were far away from whatever was going on in this room.

They weren’t in the walls of this boardroom. They weren’t buried in figures or graphs. They were miles
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