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## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.

he ordered softly. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes met his, she fell into the storm of his gaze. It wasn’t just color. It was movement, like a tide pulling her under. He pressed his mouth to hers, finally, and the world split open. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot, deep, consuming. His tongue claimed her mouth like he had every right to. She moaned against him, her hands sliding up to his chest without thinking. The fabric of his suit felt alive, warming under her touch.

Its bookshelf is full of books, most of which are Engineering books and others are mythology books. He loves myths. I was about to go straight to his cabinet when I accidentally touched the picture frame on his study table. I was about to fix it when I noticed that Caleb wasn’t in that picture. That’s a picture of a woman. Not Aunt Agnes and not Casie. Another face was there. White skin, long hair, gentle face and yes, super beautiful! I picked it up to take a closer look. Who could it be? Why is it here on Caleb’s study table? This was the only picture on his desk so he was definitely an important person in Caleb's life.

I can feel the weight of his gaze, like warm hands on my skin, tracing every inch. I’d always known Professor Grey is attractive – too attractive for someone who lectured about 19th-century poetry and quoted Byron like it was foreplay. But this is the first time we are alone. The first time I let myself notice how his lips curve when he isn’t watching, or how his forearms flex when he turns a page. He doesn’t look like he belongs in a lecture hall. More like a villain in a tux, smirking as he pulls you into trouble.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

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Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

Again. Nothing should've intrigued me in this house because everything about this place was bad luck. But here I was, snooping around. And now, I slowly pushed the door wider. It made a very low creak sound. I stepped inside, scanning around the room. It was a stiff space. Almost lifeless. It looked like an office—large desk, a leather chair, bookshelf with over a hundred books, a thick expensive-looking carpet at the center. The dim light didn't allow me to see the room fully. But I could make out that the paintings on the walls were all in black, white, and gray. Some piece didn't make any sense, as it was an empty canvas hung on the wall.

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The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.