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135: Firelight and quiet confessions
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The CEO's Unwanted Wife 138: The hotel room surrender
Fiona POVAs soon as I stepped into the hotel room, Maverick looked me up and down with raw, unfiltered desire. His eyes darkened the second the door clicked shut behind me. The room was dimly lit, only the bedside lamps glowed warm gold, casting long shadows across the white sheets, the wooden floor, the open balcony doors where the ocean breeze carried the faint salt smell of the night. He stood near the bed, shirt already half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, hair still slightly damp like he had showered recently. His chest rose and fell faster than normal. The air between us felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.“What was so important you had to drag me here?” I asked, voice steadier than I felt. My heart hammered against my ribs. I crossed my arms, trying to look composed in the red silk dress that suddenly felt too thin, too revealing.He took one step forward. Then another. His gaze never left mine.“How the hell am I supposed to live normally after what
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 137: The urgent call
Fiona POV The morning after the waterfall, the group woke to birdsong and the soft light filtering through the trees. I lay in my sleeping bag for a few minutes longer than everyone else, listening to the sounds of the camp stirring—zippers on tents, laughter, the clink of coffee mugs. Lucas had slipped out early, kissing my forehead and whispering that he’d see me soon. His warmth from the night lingered on my skin, but my mind was elsewhere. On Maverick. On the waterfall. On the way his body had felt against mine, the taste of him, the sound of my own name in his voice. It had been intoxicating. Raw. The kind of thing that left you breathless and wanting more even when you knew you shouldn’t.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the haze. Outside, people were packing up, rolling sleeping bags, folding tents, loading backpacks. Ji-yeon waved from across the clearing, her pink streaks catching the sun.“Morning, sleepyhead!” she called. “Coffee’s ready if you want
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 136: After the fall
Fiona POVAfter we came, the water still moved around us in slow, lazy circles, the waterfall roaring softly in the background like it hadn’t noticed what we just did. My body felt loose and heavy at the same time, skin tingling from the cold and the heat we had created together. I floated for a second, breathing hard, trying to catch my thoughts before they scattered. Maverick’s arms were still around me, one hand low on my back, the other tangled in my wet hair. His forehead rested against mine. We didn’t speak right away. We just breathed. In and out. The same air. The same water. The same night. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the surface, turning every ripple into something almost magical. The mist from the falls hung in the air like smoke, cool against my flushed skin.Then I pulled away. Not fast. Not angry. Just slowly. I needed distance. Space to think. To feel the guilt creeping in like cold fingers on my spine. The reality of what we had just done hit me in wav
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 135: Midnight in the sacred pool
Fiona POVLying inside my tent with Lucas, the lantern turned low and the sleeping bags zipped together, his mouth found mine again in the dark. His kisses were warm, familiar, patient. His hands moved slowly over my waist, sliding under the thin fabric of my tank top, fingertips brushing skin still salty from the waterfall earlier. The night outside was quiet except for the soft chirp of crickets and the distant murmur of the waterfall. Inside the tent it was warmer, closer, the air thick with the scent of bug spray, sunscreen, and the faint coconut smell of his hair. For a moment I tried to lose myself in it, tried to let the steady rhythm of his breathing and the gentle press of his body pull me under.But something inside me resisted. My mind wouldn’t quiet. My body felt restless, detached. The heat that had been there earlier at the bar, in his room the night before, wasn’t rising now. It felt... polite. Safe. Nice. But not alive.I pulled back gently, placing a hand on his c
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 135: Firelight and quiet confessions
Fiona POVAfter the waterfall, the group made their way along a short side trail to a wide clearing nearby, hidden between tall trees and thick ferns, close enough to hear the distant roar of the falls but sheltered enough to feel private. The ground was soft with fallen leaves and moss, sunlight filtering through the canopy in golden patches. Carlos showed us the best spots to pitch tents, flat areas away from roots, near the edge of the clearing where the breeze came through. Everyone spread out, laughing and calling to each other as they unpacked gear.Lucas stayed close to me the whole time. He helped carry my backpack when the trail narrowed, set it down gently beside the spot we chose, and immediately started helping with my tent. The instructions were simple, but we made it complicated on purpose, teasing each other, pretending to argue over which pole went where, laughing when the fabric slipped from our hands and collapsed on top of us.“You’re terrible at this,” I said, pu
The CEO's Unwanted Wife Chapter 134: Waterfalls and stolen glances
Fiona POVThe group set off on the hike with backpacks strapped tight, the summer sun already high and fierce above the dense green canopy of the rainforest. The trail was narrow and challenging, roots twisting across the path like ancient fingers, vines hanging low, mud slick from last night's rain, but the air was alive with the scent of wet earth, wild orchids, and distant salt from the ocean. Birds called overhead in sharp, bright notes, insects hummed in the undergrowth, and every few steps the path opened to reveal flashes of turquoise sea far below through gaps in the trees. It was hard work, sweat dripping down my back, legs burning from the climbs, breath coming short on the steeper sections, but it felt good. Cleansing. Like the forest was pulling the last remnants of the city out of me with every labored breath. My muscles ached in a way that reminded me I was alive, moving, not just surviving.I kept stealing glances at Maverick. He walked a few paces ahead most of th
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