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Chapter 12

作者: Iyams
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The velvet of the booth pressed against the back of my bare shoulders, a cool contrast to the heat blooming beneath my skin. The club swirled around us in a haze of pulsing lights and moaning bass, but it all blurred into a background hum the moment Kyl slid in beside me. my pussy throbbed dripping hot liquid.

He didn’t touch me. He didn’t need to. His presence alone wrapped around my senses like silk and steel. I kept my eyes fixed on the lip of my glass, fingers curled tightly around the stem of my martini. My breath came out uneven, and I hated that he could still make me feel this… undone.

“You look different,” he said, voice low and dark, threading through the music like smoke.

“I'm sober,” I replied, not looking at him.

“Shame,” he murmured, “you were beautiful that night. But I like you better like this.”

I turned my head slowly. He looked like temptation dressed in a midnight-blue suit. His hair was perfectly slicked back, but a few rebellious strands curled near his temple. H
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    I always imagined writing his memoir would be professional, clean, distant, entitled. But nothing about today was distant. It felt logically wrong but my heart urged me on.By the time I arrived at his office that morning, everything already felt charged. His executive suite gleamed in the sunlight, but the privacy glass hid the glare it was only gray seen from the outside but crystal clear once you step inside. I walked past it slowly, aware I could be watched without seeing who was looking.My corner desk faced the skyline, the city crawling below while I stared at a blank screen. A custom MacBook glowed softly, mine to command—but every click echoed in the quiet. I sensed him before I heard him, the sound of tailored trousers stepping into the suite behind me.Kyl leaned against the doorframe with effortless dominance. He held two coffees in crisp white mugs, steam curling into the air between us. He always knew the right moment to appear, it made me uneasy and I squirmed.I turned

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