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She didn’t answer. Tears rolled down her face this time. The sight of them made me ache to wipe them off, but I guessed she wouldn’t want me near her. The silence was louder than anything she could’ve said. Then she started sobbing. “What have I done? Could it be the blow job on the plane? How could I have done that to a child under twenty-five? So I settled for a younger man because I couldn’t find a man my age who wants me? How will I move on from this?...How…” “Charlotte,for christ sake ,twenty five years old is not a child. I am not a child.” I cut in. She looked up. “Leo, let's—” I didn’t let her finish. I couldn’t—because I was terrified to hear her rejection. So I opened the door and walked out as fast as I could. I didn’t look back. I was sure that surprised her. Another reason for her to think I was childish. But I couldn’t stand there and watch it all fall apart. Women my age? I never said I only loved older women. I loved her. This wasn’t

Musa sighed and leaned back. “That’s a three-year age difference,” he said after a moment. “To be frank… I understand Charlotte.” I nodded, the agreement tasting sour. “I expected that statement. The man is supposed to be the older one.” “But,” he continued, “you protected her back there. And before tonight, you two were together without issues. I think you should talk to her again. She might just be shocked—she doesn’t know how to deal with the information yet.” “I don’t think that’s the problem,” I said quietly. “Trust me, it is. Charlotte loves you—I can say that. Be patient with her.” He paused, then added carefully, “She might be afraid of what people will say. Of how it’ll look. You’re a public figure, which means a lot of pressure will be on her. People will bully and mock her for dating someone younger.” “I will make sure no one dares to bully or mock her.” I didn’t even realize I’d snapped until the words were out. Musa looked surprised. I lowered my voic

“You don’t care?” Musa cut into my thoughts. “Yes! And who are you to ask questions like that? Leave my room, and next time learn how to knock,” I snapped angrily. “You don’t care, yet you were crying?” “I’m human, it's emotion regulation. I just found out the man I’ve been dating is—” I paused. I didn’t have to tell him. “Younger than you?” he finished. My eyes widened, surprised he already knew. “I know because Leo himself told me,” Musa said. “To be sincere, you’re taking this a little too far, don’t you think? It’s just a three-year age gap.” “He lied to me!” I snapped. “So it wasn’t his age—it was the lie?” he asked. I folded my arms with a frown, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Both.” He sighed again. “Alright. If you truly don’t care about him anymore, I guess the fan is a lucky one. With him in such a vulnerable state, she has him wrapped around her finger. You don’t mind?” My heart skipped. “Why didn’t you protect him since you knew he was d

I didn’t think. I nodded immediately—then felt embarrassed and looked away.My cheeks burning. Minutes ago, I had sworn I’d never date someone younger. And now I was saying yes without even thinking. I sighed. “If that man was you… why not?” His eyes softened, and he smiled at me—not sarcastic, not teasing. Real. I felt relieved seeing him smile like that. “May I have this dance, then?” he asked, standing and offering his hand like we were in an old movie. I blushed. I didn’t understand what he was doing, but I decided to let him lead. I nodded and let him pull me up, guiding me to the dance floor. The bar was almost empty, a few people watching us quietly. The music was slow—too slow for how fast my heart was racing. He placed one hand on my waist, hesitant at first, like he was afraid I’d disappear. The other held mine gently. I tried to stop crying. I really did. But the tears kept falling anyway. I rested my head against his chest—and that’s when I compl

The elevator doors had barely hissed shut before I was on him again. I couldn’t get enough of him, the taste of him mixed with the wine he drank that made him a bit tipsy. My back met the cool metal wall, while his body felt like a searing line of heat against mine. The glasses, now perched on his face, gave him an even hotter look that I couldn’t resist. All that existed was his mouth, desperate and claiming, and the hard press of his hips against mine. He kissed like he was memorizing the taste of me, his tongue sweeping past my lips with a low groan that vibrated through my entire body. My hands fisted in his soft thick hair, pulling him closer, needing to erase every millimeter of space between us. His own hands were everywhere—cupping my face, sliding down my spine to grip the back of my thighs, hiking me up until I had to wrap my legs around his waist just to stay upright. Long enough, he broke from my lips to gasp against my throat, his breath scalding. "You'r