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Struggles of Going Public
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2025-05-19 18:45:00Killian’s POV
Dating Emma Weston in secret had been easy. Well, maybe not easy—there had been the sneaking around, the whispered rendezvous, the constant need to stay out of sight—but in a twisted way, that had been simpler. There was something intoxicating about stolen moments, breathless kisses behind locked doors, and the adrenaline rush of nearly getting caught. Now that we were out in the open, everything was complicated. Every step felt calculated. Every smile, every word had to be curated and carefully placed. No more hiding. No more pretending we didn’t know each other outside of boardrooms and elevators. Now, we were a brand. A spectacle. A source of gossip in offices and articles in sleek society pages. Dinner reservations were suddenly made under her name. Networking events came with whispered conversations and glances that lingered too long on
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