I Slept With My Ex. Now He's My Vengeful Boss?

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ear. It triggered something in my st

at? Who wa

remember, or you'r

on my legs, car

tickled, but strangely, I liked his touch. I liked the war

hed that hidden, vulnerable part of me. "I am the

or

clarity. His rebellious eyes, that confident smile as he leaned against his F1 car, the wind tangl

ld never erase. And a love

heart and walked away from the man

ould never

ths would nev

had to b

only be

gainst my ear. Then, soft lips brushed mine-too

o focus, but my world stayed blur

ngers curled around my throat-no

eath hitched, thoughts scattering until only sensa

ldfire through my veins. My body remembered him, archin

h a hunger I hadn't allowed myself to feel in years. God, he felt so warm. So real

beat, then let out a low, dark chuck

moved with purpose now, rough and punishing but careful not to break me. When his mouth f

us, parting me slowly before sliding deep. I gasped, back

inside me with ruthless precision. I shook, clinging to him, unab

completely, a broken cry tore from my thr

*

The room was warm yet hollow, tas

h the curtains, its warmth spilling across my skin-yet it co

asn't

with a soft groan. Every muscle ached. Swallowing hard, the fog of sleep began

pt with

t

m.

the absurd thought. After everything that happened six

ot worthy

memory. His mother had looked down at me as

would never have had to su

ard me. The edge of it caught my cheek, leaving a sting

e sheets beneath me, as if I could press

er from the same world. What you had

, he was doi

t announcement printed boldly on the front page. His fiancée smiled beside him

ie. You were no

y tightened my chest. She must be so worr

ress. My panties were nowhere to be found, but I didn't have time to search. My b

ed to get another one. Th

well-on paper, at least. But I had a daughter to care for. Thraia was s

errying wealthy clients from high-end clubs back t

ght, and I knew it. But last ni

t. The only small mercy was that he was already go

he kind of quiet that only money could buy. Whoever he was, he had wea

-I was not looking

for games. I had a degree, a real job-I hadn't fallen so low that I'd sell myself for a quick f

yone the chance to

walked out with

*

vel wouldn't miss the money, but I'd never liked feeling like I owed anyone anything. Thanks to years

ould never m

ach other's lives. No one

eflection in the window, but i

but because I didn't dare. And now, after one reckless night, I'd given mys

been anyone else

I brushed them away

rely audible over the hum of the engine. "

c heart dangling from my phone-glazed in soft pink, with a tiny golden st

otection," she'd declared, so serious and

nd, steadying me, pulling

eckless mistakes. My happiness was waiting for me at home, in

the pair of furious, familiar eyes watch

sn't done