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Chapter 15: First Day in Hell.

作者: Diana Clare
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-12 22:31:01

~Elena’s POV~

Today is my first day at work, and already, I feel like I’m walking into the seventh circle of hell.

The nerves hit me the second my alarm went off this morning, and Isa's teasing certainly didn’t help. Neither did my damn brain, which played the events of that night on repeat, torturing me like some sadistic movie director.

Every time I close my eyes, I see him.

Sebastian Vale. My Boss

I remember the way his gray eyes locked onto mine every time I shut my eyes. The way his hands gripped my waist, firm, possessive. The way his mouth tasted like whiskey and mint as I leaned in and kissed me. The slow, consuming way his mouth claimed mine that made me weak in the knees.

I groan and shove the memory away.

It was nothing. A mistake.

A drunk, stupid, reckless mistake.

Except my body doesn’t seem to agree with me.

I focus on getting ready for work. I put on a highwaisted black skirt, a fitted navyblue blouse and a pair of black heels sharp enough to stab someone.

My hair is
Diana Clare

Hey my loves 💖 First, I owe you guys an apology. My updates haven’t been as consistent as you deserve, and I’m truly sorry for the long silence. School pulled me away for a long time but please know I never stopped thinking about this story or about you, the readers who make it all worthwhile 💕. Since it’s been a long time, I revisited the earlier chapters, and added new things that will matter as the story unfolds. So, some earlier chapters may feel a little different now. Thank you for sticking with me, for reading, and for loving these characters as much as I do. Your support means everything, and I promise the journey ahead will be more intense, more emotional, and absolutely worth the wait 🔥❤️. XOXO DIANA CLARE 🌹

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    ~Elena’s POV~Today is my first day at work, and already, I feel like I’m walking into the seventh circle of hell.The nerves hit me the second my alarm went off this morning, and Isa's teasing certainly didn’t help. Neither did my damn brain, which played the events of that night on repeat, torturing me like some sadistic movie director.Every time I close my eyes, I see him.Sebastian Vale. My BossI remember the way his gray eyes locked onto mine every time I shut my eyes. The way his hands gripped my waist, firm, possessive. The way his mouth tasted like whiskey and mint as I leaned in and kissed me. The slow, consuming way his mouth claimed mine that made me weak in the knees.I groan and shove the memory away.It was nothing. A mistake. A drunk, stupid, reckless mistake.Except my body doesn’t seem to agree with me.I focus on getting ready for work. I put on a highwaisted black skirt, a fitted navyblue blouse and a pair of black heels sharp enough to stab someone. My hair is

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