I Accidentally Slept With The CEO

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the lights blurred past my vision as if I were driving faster than I actually was. I kept replaying the moment in the parking lot, the

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ied to make sense of it. If she was married, then she had still slept with me and if she

it. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had never liked being involved in deception, and the possibility that I had walked

something heavier and more reflective. That house always did that to me. The mo

till glowed with a warmth that never quite reached the inside, and the air smelled faintly

nd everything that followed, my father had insisted on keeping the tradition. He claimed it maintai

d stepped out of the car

ore I reached the doo

moothly, her smile

father's life long before my mother's hospital visits had become routine, long before the pills, and long before silence had

ed, her eyes sweeping ov

short in front of her. "You know how I feel a

k early," she replied gently, as though we had shared any

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elt too deliberate. There was no laughter,

olled up, his posture as commanding as ever. He had alwa

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his gaze sharp and assessi

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t argue. He never needed to. His disappointme

wished it would forget. This room had been mine once, before it became a guest room, be

nd me and finally allo

et and vicious, where I learned how to listen without being heard and how to observe withou

other hand had

way men like him often were. When my father handed him the company, everyone ap

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ad started small, almost forgivable, until it was no longer either. When everything

he responsibility, and absorbed the consequences. I had

and let out a quiet laugh,

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ay she had stood The word married had fallen from her

pressed, tested the claim, reminded her what had happened that night and why

she was married, even knowing I should step bac

. And she, Lena Hart was impossible to ignore. She was stunning in a way that made my control crack. I told

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o be drawn. At work, I would be careful. I would stay composed. I w

man everyone expected me to be.

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