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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-17 03:23:22
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV

By the time I arrived at the therapist's office, I'd already cleaned up and changed, with the blood on my conscience already absorbed into memory.

I saw her the moment I walked in.

Roxanne.

She was sitting in the waiting room, legs crossed as she scrolled aimlessly on her phone. She wore that soft pink blouse that I liked. The one that clung to her in all the right ways. But the look in her eyes wasn’t soft at all, she was glaring.

I glanced at my watch. Still on time.

I stepped closer, leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before she could say anything.

"I know I should’ve been here earlier, kitten." I said, looking down at her. "I was taking care of some business."

She folded her arms, narrowing her eyes. "Let me guess...confidential?"

I gave a half-smile. "You could say that." I said with a short nod. "But, it’s over now."

She looked like she wanted to press, but I saw the way her fingers relaxed over her phone.

A door opened. A tall woma
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