The client's wife
Forbidden, reckless, impossible.
Marcus, Edward’s assistant, hovered near the table, adjusting papers nervously. Lila Monroe, a socialite who thrived on watching power games, laughed softly at a comment from Victor Lang, Edward’s business partner. I noticed them both — small details, fleeting movements — but nothing mattered. Not their whispers. Not their glances. Only her.
She leaned slightly, just enough for me to see the curve of her neck, the subtle glimmer of a diamond bracelet. That tiny flash of elegance — unguarded, yet deliberate — was a line I would never cross. And yet, every part of me longed to.
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