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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

"Uhm... Yuna..." He started, the name stumbling off his tongue with jagged edges. He looked awkward, a version of Jake I had never seen. The man who could command a boardroom of billionaires or a stadium of fans was suddenly faltering in the dim light of my bedroom. My heart hammered against my ribs. Was I right? Was I actually his temptation? Was he finally realizing that the masterpiece he’d been designing wasn't for the world to see, but for him to possess? A dizzying rush of hope flooded my veins. If Drake was right, if they divorced... I could be the one in that master suite. I could be the one he drove into until the world turned white. I would gladly give my virginity to him, right here, right now on the very bed where I had just been imagining his face.

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

I turned sharply, the coffee in my hand sloshing against the rim of the cup. Drake was leaning against the doorframe of the breakfast nook, his charcoal silk pajamas wrinkled and his hair a chaotic mess. He looked haunted, his eyes rimmed with red, casting a shadow over his face that made him look a decade older than he was. "Excuse me?" I snapped, my voice laced with the leftover vitriol from my fight with Jake. "You heard me," Drake said, pushing off the wall and walking toward the table with a slow, predatory gait. He ignored my mother, who had stepped into the kitchen to talk to the chef, leaving us in a tense, semi-private bubble. "I was at my window. I saw the sport car. I saw the way he was buried in your neck for ten minutes. Did he

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

"You’re going to be the death of me, Hollander," I whispered into the phone, a small, forced smile playing on my lips. "If I am, at least it’ll be a headline-worthy exit," he teased. "See you at seven, Aubrey. Wear something that makes me remember why I’m the luckiest guy in the country." I hung up on Brendan and let the silence of my room settle over me like dust. Seven o’clock. The countdown had started. But the silence was too loud, too heavy with the memory of Jake’s voice from the night before, so I did what any girl in my position would do to keep from losing her mind. I opened my group chat. Sera: BITCH FINALLY. THE KISS. THE RED DRESS. I AM DECEASED.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Panic pulled from my throat. Another reeled in.Brendan Hollander is not good for you and your family. Stay away from him. The screen seemed to glow with a sickly, warning light. My fingers felt numb, almost as if the phone itself had become a block of ice. "What's wrong?" Drake asked, his voice cutting through the fog of my terror. I pulled my eyes away from my phone, tucking it into my pocket with a jerky, uncoordinated motion. My pulse was beating so rapidly I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, a frantic thump-thump that matched the rhythm of my fear. It was from the same source as the last one. Hadn't Brendan told me he’d

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE- (Please Subscribe and Support with Gems so we can get to the Top)

"Everything is clearly not leading toward breaking up with Brendan. Okay? Stop butting into my affairs. We are okay. This is just a fan threat and nothing more," I threw the words over my shoulder like a shield, hating the way Drake’s voice sounded, that low, knowing gravel that made me feel like I was walking into a trap I’d set myself. I didn't wait for his rebuttal. I disappeared into the cool, dark sanctuary of the house, my heels clicking a frantic rhythm on the marble.But the silence of the foyer offered no peace. Every shadow seemed to stretch into the shape of the man in the archives following the man who had left, running away from me. I tried to call him but he wasn't even going to take my calls. By seven o'clock, the house had been transformed into a stage. My mother had the staff light the silver candelabras, their flickering flames reflecting off the polished mahogany of the dining table. The scent of the pan-seared sea bass, seasoned with lemon and capers, wafted throug

CHAPTER FORTY SIX

The silk duvet was cool against my back, but Brendan was a searing, grounding weight above me. As he settled between my legs, his hands tangled in my hair, pinning me to the pillows with a possessive urgency that made the rest of the world, the messages, the archives, the ghost of Jake, fade into a static hum. I wanted this. I wanted to be consumed by something that felt simple, even if it was a lie.I shouldn't mind even if I did with him after all Jake left. He dared leave after that steamy moment we had yesterday at the theatre. I kissed him, arching forward under him. My hands wrapped around his head, I wanted him to lose his cool this time. Because I'm somewhat ready for this. I opened my legs, wrapping them around his back. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my jawline to the sensitive spot beneath my ear."You’re so beautiful, Aubrey," he rasped, his voice vibrating against my skin. "I’ve been thinking a

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

The video on my laptop screen was a glitchy, chaotic mess of pixels and muffled audio, a digital riddle I couldn’t solve no matter how many times I hit replay. My fingers hovered over the keys, typing a frantic message to the anonymous sender, but the silence on the other end was deafening. Five minutes. Ten. The cursor blinked like a mocking heartbeat until the door groaned open.Drake didn’t knock. He never did. He just barged in, his presence filling the room with an agitated energy that made the air feel thin."Brendan’s leaving," he said shortly.I turned in my swivel chair, forcing a smirk to hide the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. "And when did you become my personal messenger?" I asked, my voice laced with a practiced nonchalance as I stylishly snapped my laptop shut. "Why didn't he come tell me that himself? You had to be the one to deliver the news."Drake shrugged, leaning against the doorframe with a look that was far too composed for my liking. "Well... because

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

The friction was electric. The moment my fingers curled around the heat of him, the world outside Drake’s soundproofed sanctuary ceased to exist. Brendan’s abrupt departure, my mother’s worried face downstairs, the anonymous, glitchy video, it all dissolved into the heavy, humid air of this room. A sharp, jagged moan escaped my lips as I began to move my hand. My palm slid up and down the length of him, the slickness making every stroke feel like a promise of something ruinous. I craned my neck upward, my pulse thrumming in my throat, trying to find his gaze. Drake was looking down at me, his mouth parted, his eyes dark and unfocused with a raw, predatory hunger. He looked seductive, lethal, even—but the more I looked at him, the more the edges of his face began to blu

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

He didn't stop. He worked his way deeper, his hands gripping my hips with a punishing strength, bruising the skin as he pulled me closer to his face. I was drowning in it, the sensation, the heat, the sheer, forbidden wrongness of it all. The soundproofed walls of Drake’s room felt like they were shrinking, pressing the air out of my lungs until all I could breathe was the scent of our combined arousal and the heavy, metallic tang of desire. I closed my eyes, the darkness behind my lids becoming a canvas for my obsession. I began to manifest a ghost. I imagined Jake crawling in between my legs, his broad shoulders filling the space between my knees. I pictured his rough, calloused hands, not Drake’s, anchoring my thighs. In my mind, it was Jake’s tongue buried into my core as if it were the only thing he could do in his life. Like my body was his

CHAPTER FIFTY (Subscribe, Support with Gems, Much love)

I couldn’t say a word. I just stood there looking at him, my throat tight and my pulse erratic, trying to find the right words to use on him. Clearly, seeing him now, in the harsh, unforgiving light of morning, was harder than I had already thought. The silence in the hallway was a living thing, heavy with the memory of the rug beneath us and the soundproofed walls that had swallowed our cums.I tried to pull a frown, to summon some sort of defensive anger, but my hands were shaking. Seeing the way his eyes searched mine, looking for a trace of the girl from last night, made me feel naked all over again. He reached out, his hand moving toward my shoulder to touch me, and I flinched, stepping back as if his skin were white-hot iron."Don't touch me," I mumbled, the words coming out cracked and brittle. I brushed past him in an instant, my shoulder hitting the wall as I scrambled toward the stairs.I could hear him following me, his footsteps heavy and deliberate behind mine until we rea

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