Have you ever made a decision that you decided, even if you perish, you perish? One thing was certain: if I step foot into this room, I won't come out the same—not with what I currently know about Mr. Logan and his crazy desire. You might think it is just a photograph, but no, it's not only a photo; it's something else—something else I'm also dying to know right now. I took a slow, deep breath, scanned the card again, and pushed the door open. I gasped at the sight of him dressed in a black bathrobe, seated on a long sofa, his arms resting on the headrest. His head leaned back. I closed the door and took a step closer, each one like a vow that I doubt I'd ever break. I stopped in front of him, my eyes shamelessly staring at his bare chest through the exposed part of the robe. Then something caught my attention: a tattoo. He is also into tattoos? "Sir," I whispered, my voice trembling. He exhaled and raised his head, his eyes locked on me, so dark and lustful. "Come, Sophy,"
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