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“That’s what you hate about me. You got hooked on me a year ago, and I became your addiction. Your flesh doesn’t lie.”

I shift.

He blocks me with his torso while clicking his tongue.

“Nah-uh. You will go when I let you go.”

His breath is strained and heavy. He cups my breasts and rocks his hips harder and faster.

My back is glued to his chest, his arms locked around me.

I lean on him, panting, my heart racing like his. Whatever bad words we had between us, they’re long gone.

Silently, I let him enter me.

Regret may come to me later, but right now, I can’t be bothered. I drink the pleasure to the last drop, getting drunk, confused, and torn.

He fucks me as if nothing happened between us.

As if there was no lapse of time. As if he didn’t put his fist into my heart. As if a woman doesn’t wait for him outside.

He fucks me wild and lifts me to another peak, and once I have it, then he comes, grunting and shuddering behind me.

Sadness comes to me as everything begins to settle. The high is gone, and the words are futile.

He pulls out of me, tosses the condom into the trash, and slides his back against the wall, still stroking his cock.

His chest still pumping extra air.

A fiery smile flickers across his lips as he observes me through his lashes.

“So much for someone dead inside...” he murmurs.

I let the gown fall, reach back to keep it together, and stick the purse under my arm.

“Fuck you, Jaden.”

Without another word, I slip out the door.

8

SENNA

I’mamazed I can still walk.

I’m surprised I can put one foot in front of the other and pull away from him.

I run a shaky hand through my hair while holding my dress with the other.

Dazed, I slide my gaze over the glass wall stretching to the left, checking my reflection.

I look like hell.

My phone vibrates with a message. I slant my eyes down. Shit. The car’s been waiting for me for some time. I text my driver back and rush down the stairs just when the place begins to get animated. The doors to the event room are wide open, and people flood the first floor.

Taking a sharp left, I dash out of the building as quickly as possible. The last thing I want right now is to run into Evelyne.

Fresh air rolls over me as I walk outside. The evening has already set in, streetlights casting a soft glow over the sidewalk.


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