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CHAPTER 75 – TOO QUICK, TOO SUDDENHe looks at her for several long moments, his expression unreadable, and she braces herself. She expects to see it at last—that flicker of fear in his eyes, that sullen shadow crossing his face, something to show he is terrified by what she has just confessed. But no such thing appears. Instead, Adrian scoffs lightly, a careless sound that makes her chest tighten with disbelief. He shrugs as though she has told him nothing of consequence and resumes rubbing the towel across his body, dragging it over his chest, his shoulders, his arms, drying himself with deliberate calm.“Yeah, and so?” he asks flatly.Her eyes widen. She blinks, taken aback, completely baffled. “You are not worried about that?” she presses, her voice trembling between disbelief and rising frustration.Adrian chuckles under his breath, a deep, almost mocking sound. “Why should I be worried about that?” he counters, turning away from her as if the matter is trivial. He drapes the tow

CHAPTER 77: FRACTURES IN THE GLASSAmanda draws in a deep breath, her lungs filling sharply as though the act itself might steady her frayed nerves. She bites down on her bottom lip so hard she nearly tastes blood, her gaze fixed on Gregory. He is sitting a few feet away, one leg jittering, his polished shoe tapping relentlessly against the floor with a staccato rhythm that matches the hammering in her chest. His eyes are wide, dark, burning with a frustration so palpable she feels it radiating off him in waves, searing her skin, setting her nerves on fire.Her laugh escapes brittle and sharp, a sound too forced to pass for genuine. She shakes her head slowly, lifting both hands in surrender, exasperation painted over her features. “Gregory,” she says, her voice taut with a mix of disbelief and defiance, “your attitude these days is really, really baffling me. I’m finding it almost impossible to keep up with your endless switching of emotions. One moment you’re cold, the next you’re r

CHAPTER 79 – THE RECEIPTGregory closes his eyes for a long second, shaking his head as if he is trying to shake off something heavier than thought. A sigh pushes past his lips, then he waves his hand like he is brushing away an invisible cloud hanging between them. “Yeah… fine. It’s alright,” he says, his voice softer now, losing the edge it had earlier. His shoulders slump slightly, and when his gaze returns to her, there’s an apology glowing in it. “I’m sorry I doubted you. I’m sorry I was… thinking something else.”Amanda folds her arms across her chest, the defensive gesture deliberate, but the corner of her mouth twitches. Her confidence trickles back into her veins like warm water, restoring her posture, sharpening her stare. “What the hell were you thinking?” she asks, her tone both curious and accusing, like she wants to peel him open and see what really lives inside his head. She holds his gaze until it burns.Gregory bites down hard on his bottom lip, the pressure whitening

CHAPTER 81 – THE TABLE BENEATHAmanda chuckles, shaking her head slowly, her fork suspended above her plate as she tries to keep her eyes fixed on the food in front of her. “You are so absolutely delirious,” she says, her voice just above a whisper, though the trembling curve of her lips betrays the chaos twisting in her chest. She tries to keep her attention on the meal, to chew steadily, to act as though her insides are not boiling with the peril of Adrian’s words, but his quiet chuckle drifts across the table like smoke, thick and curling, impossible to ignore.“Well,” he murmurs, leaning back with a smug glint in his eye, “I guess we shall see about that in due time.”The casual threat of his promise presses against her skin like heat, and she bites down hard on her bottom lip, her teeth digging deep until pain distracts her for a moment from the rush of adrenaline. Her voice trembles as she exhales, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh my God,” she whispers, the words nearly sticki

CHAPTER 83 – THE EDGE OF DISCOVERY“Oh my God…”Amanda’s cry shatters the air, her groans of ecstasy and ragged cries of pleasure echoing against the tiled walls of the restroom. The sound grows louder, every sharp smacking of hips against hips ricocheting through her bones. She arches, her back bent painfully over the porcelain basin, her breath hot and broken as Adrian drives himself into her again and again. Each thrust pierces her, pressing unerringly against that spot inside her body that makes her mind unravel, that makes her vision blur and her body burn with uncontainable heat.The pounding grows more vigorous, more brutal. Adrian grips her breast, fingers sinking into her flesh, kneading, squeezing until she arches her back involuntarily. Her hair spills over the basin, strands plastered to her flushed face with sweat, leaving her looking disheveled, undone, wrecked. And Adrian loves every second of it.He leans over her, groaning, slamming his hips mercilessly against hers.