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Chapter 53
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2026-10-29 04:03:58
Seraphina VossHi beautiful souls, I am so sorry for how long updates have been. I've battling the demands of work and writer's block- ouch! Thank you all for still being here. I'm going to try to batch write as much chapters as i can as we are almost reaching the end of the first arc. Thank you once again, i really appreciate you all. Love you all. Hope you enjoy the chapter and feel free to let me your thoughts and your correction. I'm always eager to see them. By the way, this is a long chapter, so i really hope you all like this. I started writing and i didn't know how long it would be. Anyway, i really hope you enjoy it. Happy reading xoxo Sera
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Chris’s POVDoes that answer your question, Chris?No.It answered nothing at all, and we both knew it. His thumbs were still stroking slow circles into my cheeks, and his mouth was still close enough that I could feel the heat coming off it, and I could see in those silver eyes that he knew exactly how little he had given me. He had kissed me instead of answering, and he'd done it with the confidence of a man who had learned long ago that a kiss could close a subject better than any sentence.And the worst of it — the truly humiliating, spineless, human worst of it — was that I let him.I didn't want the truth. Or i didn't care for it. At least not tonight. Right now, I wanted his mouth on mine again, so badly that my jaw actually ached with the wanting of it, and I decided right there, with his hands warm on my face, that I would take whatever he was willing to hand me and worry about the cost in the morning.He kissed me again.This one was different. Slower, deeper, his tongue slid
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Chris’s POVI won't call it anger. Anger is clean, sharp, a blade you can set down. This is something that sits in the marrow and throbs. Hurt. Confused. I'm not a fan of labels for anything — I'd rather just let the mess be a mess — but for the first time in my stupid, hopeful life, I need to know what I am. If I'm the gigolo, fine. Hand me the script and tell me where to stand. If I'm the pet, I'd like to be walked. I'd like to know my place so I stop mistaking every stray gesture for something that could pass for fondness. I knocked on his door. Three knuckles against dark wood, no answer.The handle gave beneath my palm and the bedroom opened on emptiness — the sheets rumpled, the lamps low, the room still warm from the shower somewhere beyond the en-suite. I stepped inside, the carpet swallowing my footsteps, and just as the door settled half-closed behind me, the bathroom door swung wide. Rodrigo walked out with a towel wrapp
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Chris’s POVNot here, Chris.That was all it took.I looked at Rodrigo, waiting for him to say something else. Maybe explain what he meant. Maybe tell me we would talk about it later.But he didn't.He simply picked up his wine glass and took a sip.And suddenly, I felt incredibly stupid.Of course.What had I been expecting?A romantic confession over dinner? A heartfelt declaration beneath the city lights? Maybe he would reach across the table, take my hand and tell me that the kiss had changed everything.God.I needed professional help.I looked down at my plate, pretending to be interested in the remaining food.“Right,” I murmured.My appetite had disappeared.I should have known better than to bring it up. Rodrigo had been perfectly clear about the boundaries of our arrangement from the beginning. Whatever happened between us, whatever he wa
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Chris’s POVFifteen minutes.That was how long I had left to decide what to wear, and judging by the state of my bedroom, I was doing a spectacular job of wasting it.There were clothes everywhere.On the bed, on the armchair, hanging halfway out of the wardrobe and, somehow, one shirt had ended up on the floor near the bathroom door. I had changed outfits so many times that I was beginning to lose track of what I had already tried.The problem wasn't that I didn't have anything to wear.Quite the opposite, actually.Rodrigo had apparently decided that my wardrobe needed a complete financial intervention. There were shirts, trousers, jackets, shoes and other things I couldn't even identify without consulting the internet. Every time I opened another drawer or wardrobe compartment, I discovered something new.The real problem was figuring out what level of formal was appropriate for the evening.Was this a suit-and-tie situation? A dinner jacket? Something corporate but relaxed? Or was
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Chris’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I stepped into Rodrigo’s office was that he was pouring himself a drink.Of course he was.At this point, I was beginning to suspect the man had a permanent glass attached to his hand. I couldn’t count how many times I had walked into a room and found him with some expensive-looking drink in it. If he wasn’t drinking, he was smoking a cigar. Sometimes both.Very on-brand for a mafia kingpin, really. All he needed was a cat sitting on his lap and a suspiciously large button to press whenever he wanted someone eliminated.He stood beside a small stool near the cabinet, pouring the amber liquid into a glass. The office was dimly lit, with the warm glow from the lamps reflecting off the polished surfaces.I stepped inside, allowing the door to close behind me.“Sit.”There was no please. No how are you. Just the usual Rodrigo treatment.I approached the chair opposite his desk and lowered myself into it, trying not to look as nervous as I felt. H
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Chris’s POVI had expected sleep to come easily.I had just woken up from a nap, yes, but the afternoon had been emotionally exhausting enough to justify another one. Besides, after everything that had happened, my brain deserved a little break.Unfortunately, my brain had other plans.It refused to shut up.Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Rodrigo leaning toward me. His hand against my cheek. The way he had looked at me before kissing me, as though he had finally reached a decision he had been fighting for far too long.Then I remembered kissing him back.And, because my subconscious apparently enjoyed tormenting me, I would remember the way his mouth had felt against mine and immediately open my eyes again.This was ridiculous.I rolled onto my side.Then onto my back.Then onto my other side.At some point, I threw a pillow over my face.Nothing worked.T
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