I should have never answered his call.That thought clung to me the whole way up the elevator, as the numbers blinked past in cruel silence. Every time Jack summoned me, I told myself it would be the last. That I would find the strength to walk away, to tell him no, to finally cut myself free. But here I was, like always. The moment the doors slid open into his penthouse, the regret hit harder than ever.Jack’s place was too polished, too cold, too perfectly arranged. Glass walls stretched across the skyline, city lights winking like distant stars. The floor gleamed, reflecting everything but warmth. It was beautiful in the way a blade was beautiful, sharp, gleaming, deadly.And there he was, waiting, as if he’d been rehearsing this exact scene.Jack lounged on the leather sofa, one arm sprawled over the back, whiskey in hand. He didn’t stand to greet me. He didn’t need to. His smirk did all the talking.“You’re late,” he scoffed, eyes glinting as he swirled the glass. “Ashton keepi
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