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Teresa's POV The loss of sight was shocking. It heightened every other sense to an almost painful degree. The buzz of the vibrator seemed louder. The fullness in my ass felt more pronounced. The touch of his hands on my skin was electric.I heard him moving, then the sound of the ice maker in our kitchenette fridge clinking. A moment later, I felt something cold and firm against my inner thigh. Ice. He trailed the cube up, leaving a chilly path, before circling my aching clit with it. The shock of cold made me yelp and jump."Mark! That's freezing!"But he just chuckled. "Surprise." He pushed the melting cube inside my pussy, alongside the vibrator. The intense cold was a shocking contrast to my inner heat, making my muscles seize for a second before the ice began to melt rapidly, creating an extra, slippery wetness as he finger-fucked me. "Makes your pussy grip even tighter," he observed, his voice filled with dark amusement.The cold quickly turned to a diffuse warmth, and I was wr

Teresa's POV I sat at the small desk by the window and opened my laptop. Work emails. Project updates. Nothing urgent. I tried to focus, but my mind kept drifting. Every sound from the hallway made me look up. Every click of a door somewhere down the corridor made me pause.Around noon, there was a knock.My heart jumped into my throat.I stood slowly, moving toward the door. I checked the peephole.Hotel staff. A young man in a uniform holding a tray. Room service I hadn't ordered.I opened the door a crack."I didn't order anything," I said."Compliments of Mr. Rexona," he said. "He called ahead."I opened the door wider and let him in. He set the tray on the small table near the window, uncovered it to reveal a salad and a sandwich and a bottle of sparkling water. He left without another word.I locked the door behind him.I ate slowly, barely tasting the food. The gesture was so Mark. Even in crisis, he was taking care of me. Even from three hours away, he was making sure I ate.

Teresa's POV The next morning at work, I noticed the change before I fully understood what was happening.It was subtle at first, so subtle that I could have dismissed it as my own imagination, my own paranoia feeding on the stress of Mark's absence. When I walked onto the office floor that morning, conversations did not stop completely, but they shifted. Voices dipped. Rhythms broke. People who had been laughing together went quiet for just a beat too long before resuming, their tones slightly different than before.Two assistants standing near the printer glanced at me as I passed. Their eyes met mine for a second, then slid away. They looked at each other, a quick exchange I could not read, and then turned back to their screens with a kind of forced focus that felt deliberate.Someone who usually greeted me with a quick smile, a nod, a casual "good morning," only nodded this time. No smile. Her expression was tight, like she was unsure how to act around me, like I might react unpr

Teresa's POV My heart jumped, a hard, fast beat against my ribs, but I kept my face still. I forced my breathing to stay even. I refused to give her the reaction she was waiting for.She turned her body slightly toward me, one arm draping casually along the back of the bench. Her voice dropped, low enough that it would not carry beyond us."I've been studying you," she said. "Every reaction. Every pause. Every time your hands shake when Nathan speaks. Every time you go quiet when someone raises their voice. You think you're subtle, but you're not. You're transparent."My throat tightened. I said nothing."Did you think I wouldn't notice?" she continued. "Did you think I was too busy being crazy to pay attention? I see everything. I see the way you flinch when he touches you. I see the way you freeze when he stands too close. I see the way you disappear into yourself when he talks about the past."She leaned forward slightly, her eyes bright."I know about you, Teresa. I know about th

Teresa's POV The meeting itself should have been normal routine.Quarterly projections. Vendor updates. A review of timelines. Nothing that should have carried weight beyond the room we were sitting in. I told myself that as I took my seat at the long table, my laptop open, my notes arranged neatly in front of me.The conference room was on the thirty-second floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city, but I kept my eyes on the table. Morning light fell across the polished wood surface, catching the edges of water glasses and the silver casing of my computer. The air conditioning hummed quietly. Outside, traffic moved six hundred feet below, but up here, everything was still.Evelyn was there. She always was now.She sat beside Valentino, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. Her hands were folded on the table, her posture straight, her face composed. She wore a cream-colored blouse with a high collar. Her hair was pulled back neatly. She looked attentive, ca