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The Wolf at her Door
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Sin For Me, Sir. The Edges of Silence
Chapter 15The Edges of SilenceLeila’s POV---The note was still in my hand when the clock ticked past midnight.They were just five words….”Don’t trust either of them”, that was all.The handwriting was unmistakable like Damian’s looping script, heavy on the D, the t slashed sharper than it needed to be. I’d seen it on grocery lists, scrawled across envelopes, the margin notes of books he borrowed and never returned even my fingers knew it before my brain did.And yet… it felt wrong to see it here.The paper trembled faintly against my grip, though my hands weren’t shaking. The tremor came from somewhere else, deeper, like my body had recognized the weight of it before my mind caught up.I set the note back down on the table, but it didn’t stay quiet. It stared at me, an accusation, daring me to move.Outside, the rain softened from a downpour to something steadier, a hum against the glass, less violent but more suffocating in its patience. The city was asleep, or at least pretend
Sin For Me, Sir. The Weight of What You Carry
Chapter 14The Weight of What You CarryLeila’s POV---The rain didn’t stop after Sebastian left, It poured more, steady and patient, the kind that soaks into the walls until you can feel it in your bones.I stayed in the kitchen long after the sound of his footsteps faded.The tote sat there, open now, the flap bent under the weight of what was inside.A folder, plain and unmarked, with the edges softened from being handled too much.My hand hovered over it.Not touching felt harder than giving in.When I finally did pick it up, the leather strap of the tote creaked like it was warning me.The folder was heavier than it should have been not from weight.The last time I held it, I wasn’t in my apartment.I was three blocks away, standing in an office where the air smelled like stale coffee and dust.The man who gave it to me didn’t smile.He just slid it across the desk and said, “If anyone asks where you got this, you didn’t.”I didn’t ask questions then.But now?I had too many.I
Sin For Me, Sir. The Bargain
Chapter 13The Bargain Sebastian’s POV---Her pulse was there, pulsating under my thumb like a bird that didn’t know yet whether it was caught or free.She didn’t move away nor did she tell me to stop.She simply just looked at me with that kind of slow, measuring look of a woman who knows she’s standing too close to the edge but hasn’t decided whether to step back or fall forward.Rain was still dripping from my coat, pooling on her hardwood floor. Her hair was damp too like a fine mist clinging to strands, making them catch the kitchen light.She smelled faintly floral, but sharper now, edged with adrenaline.The tote sat behind her on the counter, a silent sentinel between us.It wasn’t just about curiosity anymore now I could feel the weight of it in the room, like a third heartbeat.If I’d been a different man, I’d have taken it already.But control isn’t ripping something from someone’s hands.Control is making them give it to you.“Sebastian…” she started, but her voice trail
Sin For Me, Sir. The Man Who Waited in the Shadows
Chapter 12The Man Who Waited in the ShadowsSebastian’s POV---She didn’t see me because she was too busy trying to keep her steps casual, that careful, measured walk of someone who knows they’re being hunted but refuses to break into a run.Leila Monroe.Tight shoulders, clutching that bag like it was heavy.It was.Heavier than it had been when she’d left my office this morning.Of course I noticed.---I stayed where I was, half-leaning in the shadowed mouth of the alley opposite the Whitlock Building, letting the glow of the streetlamps break over her in slices as she passed under them.And then I saw him.Anderson Blake.Pulling his car forward like he owned the street.---My jaw flexed.Blake and I have an understanding.We don’t cross each other’s lines unless we’re ready to burn bridges.But Leila Monroe? She’s no one’s line. She’s just a piece on the board.He rolled his window down, and she leaned in not too close, not friendly. But she didn’t step away fast enough for my
Sin For Me, Sir. The Man Who Built the Cage
---Chapter 12The Man Who Built the CageAnderson Blake’s POV---Control isn’t just about power at least not in the way people think power is loud and temporary.Real control is quiet belief, not force.You make them believe they’re safe, they’ll walk straight into the trap and call it home.You make them believe they’re free, they’ll hold the leash themselves.Leila Monroe doesn’t yet realize she’s already wearing mine.---I saw her the moment she stepped out of the Whitlock Building.Most people exit a building like that with one of two energies either slow and loose from a long day, or brisk and sharp because they’re late to somewhere else.Leila’s pace was neither.Her walk tonight was tight. A careful urgency that made me think of someone trying not to run in front of a predator.And as predators… we notice that kind of thing.---She didn’t see me right away.I’d been parked half a block down, lights dimmed, with engine low. I prefer to watch first the truest things people do
Sin For Me, Sir. The Shape of the Trap
Chapter 11 The Shape of the TrapSebastian Whitlock’s POV---Miss Monroe doesn’t realize how much she speaks without opening her mouth, a glance away at the wrong time, a pause where there shouldn’t be one and a breath drawn too shallow.I’ve made a large career out of watching people.But watching Leila is way different.She’s the kind of puzzle that makes you want to solve it twice, first to know what it is, and second to know what it’s hiding.Earlier, when I saw her through the glass, there was something in the way her shoulders stiffened before she turned it was not fear exactly or guilt , I clearly saw anticipation.She’s hiding something but she doesn’t not how to hide well because I’m about to find well.---I could’ve let her walk out without saying a word.It’s what a wiser man would’ve done.But I’ve never been interested in wisdom at least not when temptation is standing in front of me, pretending she’s not thinking about the thing she’s trying to hide.So I’d leaned aga
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