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Chapter 88
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THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip Chapter 88
By 3:30 AM, William was standing in the vast, empty expanse of his Tribeca penthouse. He hadn't bothered to turn on the lights. The city skyline bled cold gray light through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a man completely unraveling. His suit jacket was tossed onto the floor, his shirt torn open, his knuckles raw and bruised.He couldn't sleep a wink. Every time he closed his eyes, his brain tortured him with the same agonizing, nauseating loop: Jane, soft and flushed with wine, resting her head on Mike’s massive shoulder... Jane whispering into Mike's ear... Mike's text message glowing on his phone screen.She was drunk. In Mike's bed."Damn it!" William roared into the quiet penthouse, hurling his crystal tumbler against the concrete wall. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards, echoing through the empty room.Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!The sheer, agonizing image of Jane in another man's arms was driving him to the absolute brink of insanity. He grabbed his phon
THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip Chapter 87
William stood under the streetlight, the rain soaking through his black suit, listening to her flat, professional recording over and over again. He pressed his eyes shut, a heavy, jagged breath escaping his chest."Jane," William rasped into the voicemail, his voice breaking completely. "Please... pick up. I'm sorry. God, Jane, I'm so sorry. Please."The line clicked dead.Across town, in her dark, tiny apartment, Jane sat on her living room floor in her ruined emerald dress, her back pressed against the sofa, watching her phone screen light up with his name again and again.She let it ring until it went dark.Thirty minutes later. The grand hallway on the top floor of the Plaza was completely deserted, save for the tall, half-drenched figure pacing violently in front of Suite 802.William was a man entirely unraveling. His wet suit jacket hung heavy on his shoulders, blood still dried along his split lip, and his dark blue eyes were shot through with a manic, unhinged crimson. He didn
THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip Chapter 88
By 3:30 AM, William was standing in the vast, empty expanse of his Tribeca penthouse. He hadn't bothered to turn on the lights. The city skyline bled cold gray light through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a man completely unraveling. His suit jacket was tossed onto the floor, his shirt torn open, his knuckles raw and bruised.He couldn't sleep a wink. Every time he closed his eyes, his brain tortured him with the same agonizing, nauseating loop: Jane, soft and flushed with wine, resting her head on Mike’s massive shoulder... Jane whispering into Mike's ear... Mike's text message glowing on his phone screen.She was drunk. In Mike's bed."Damn it!" William roared into the quiet penthouse, hurling his crystal tumbler against the concrete wall. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards, echoing through the empty room.Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!The sheer, agonizing image of Jane in another man's arms was driving him to the absolute brink of insanity. He grabbed his phon
THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip Chapter 87
William stood under the streetlight, the rain soaking through his black suit, listening to her flat, professional recording over and over again. He pressed his eyes shut, a heavy, jagged breath escaping his chest."Jane," William rasped into the voicemail, his voice breaking completely. "Please... pick up. I'm sorry. God, Jane, I'm so sorry. Please."The line clicked dead.Across town, in her dark, tiny apartment, Jane sat on her living room floor in her ruined emerald dress, her back pressed against the sofa, watching her phone screen light up with his name again and again.She let it ring until it went dark.Thirty minutes later. The grand hallway on the top floor of the Plaza was completely deserted, save for the tall, half-drenched figure pacing violently in front of Suite 802.William was a man entirely unraveling. His wet suit jacket hung heavy on his shoulders, blood still dried along his split lip, and his dark blue eyes were shot through with a manic, unhinged crimson. He did
THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip Chapter 86
Mike caught Jane’s waist, steadying her acting with a fond, warm look that made Victoria’s blood run completely cold. "You heard the lady, Vic," Mike said, his voice dropping into a quiet, serious tone that lacked any of his usual playful teasing toward her. "Step back."Victoria felt a lump form in her throat—sharp, painful, and agonizingly heavy. He hadn't called her Vic like that in years. He wasn't looking at her. The man who had loved her for a decade was walking away, completely captivated by someone else, and she was entirely powerless to stop it."Mike... wait," Victoria whispered, her voice cracking with a raw, desperate turmoil she had never felt in her entire life."Get your hands off her, Cavill!" William bellowed, stumbling back to his feet, blood dripping from his cut lip, his hair wild and eyes completely bloodshot with pure possessive torment. He took a heavy step toward them, his hands shaking. "Jane... look at me. Please. Don't do this."Jane didn't even turn around.
THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip Chapter 85
"Then figure out how to fix it without starting a bar fight in Le Monde!" Victoria snapped, though her own eyes kept darting back to Mike, her heart doing a panicked, uncomfortable flip every time he spun Jane slowly under the dim golden lights.The classic jazz piece faded into a softer, even more intimate melody. Jane stayed right where she was—her cheek resting lightly on Mike's shoulder, her hand resting on his tailored jacket, looking every bit like a woman swept off her feet."How are we doing?" Jane murmured softly, her gray eyes flickering slightly toward the darkened VIP corner.Mike leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he let out a low, amused rumble. "If William’s glare was an actual weapon, I would be disintegrating into dust right now. But more importantly... Victoria hasn't touched her wine in ten minutes. She's staring at my hand on your back like she wants to sever it with a butter knife."Jane couldn't help the soft, genuine laugh that bubbled up in
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