Just Me

AIDEN.The moment the heavy door clicked shut, I stayed.I leaned my back against the polished mahogany, the cool wood pressing through the fabric of my tuxedo. My fingers remained curled loosely, as if they hadn’t quite decided whether to rip the door back open or walk away for good. I drew in a slow, jagged breath and forced it out through my teeth.This is unlike you.The thought was a sharp, unwelcome needle in my brain.I wasn’t a man of restraint. I was a man of results. "Nice" was a word for people with weak spines and shallow pockets. I didn't give two flying fucks about comfort, and I I gave even less about dignity. Yet, there I had been—measured, composed, almost… gentlemanly.I closed my eyes, and Victor’s voice echoed in the hollows of my mind.“You don’t need to respond to every primal impulse, Aiden.”“Anger is a tool. Lust is a distraction. Don’t let them become your identity.”“Practice restraint in low-risk situations.”Low-risk. My jaw tightened.Iris had been uncons

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Raging Emotions

IRIS.I didn't go to Derrick immediately.Halfway to the door of my suite, I stopped dead in my tracks.The wine-colored dress clung to my body like a second skin, a dark, silk confession of a night I couldn't remember. Derrick was observant to a terrifying degree. He noticed when I changed my perfume. He noticed when I trimmed my hair a fraction of an inch. There was absolutely no way he would miss this dress.And he would know it wasn't mine.He had spent a small fortune curating my wardrobe since I arrived. Exclusive pieces flown in from Paris, Milan, New York. I never asked for them. I hated them."I don't give two flying fucks about what I put on my body," I muttered to the empty room, violently kicking off the sleek black heels. "But because he likes to play dress-up with his girlfriend, I have to play the part."It was usually easier to let him have that control. Clothes were harmless. But this dress felt like a loaded gun.I stripped it off, shoving it deep into the back of th

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The Thrill

AIDEN.I slid the heavy platinum watch over my wrist, the clasp snapping shut with a sharp, metallic click. The weight of it was grounding. Cold. Familiar.I stared at the man in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He looked exactly the same—sharp black shirt, tailored slacks, eyes like dead coal—but beneath the skin, something was rotting."Poison," I muttered to the empty room.That fucking shrink was poisoning me.He was softening the edges. Making me hesitate. Making me think before I reacted. In my world, the second you stop to think, someone else pulls the trigger.I was reaching for my jacket when the heavy oak door swung open without a knock.Jasper.He took one look at me—my jaw locked tight, the lethal stillness in my posture—and let out a long, exhausted sigh."Where the hell are you going?" he asked, leaning casually against the doorframe."To clear my head," I replied, my voice a flat, dead calm. "Before this therapist you hired turns my brain to mush."Jasper crossed his arms,

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جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 113

Just Me

Raging Emotions

The Thrill