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m door opening pulled m
w that sound-the quiet footsteps crossing the
as still wearing his black trousers and white shirt, sle
ate," I w
m at this hour unless he wanted something
e out only for physical closeness-no conversation, n
expensive bourbon mixing with his cologne. He was slightly intoxicat
, slowly shedding the layers between us. The air in the room grew thick with an undeniable heat-raw, silent, and laced with the haze of alcohol, yet entirely devoid of emotional
ong before I was
weighed down by a famili
only chilling space; the other s
r was
ays vanished before I c
el rhythm had been the f
e cover of darkness, unless he ex
d away before the first pale rays o
e had never be
mo
ad toward the
water sat waiting
ed a single, s
heavy with an ache that
what it was; the ri
ightly into the sat
stared at the tiny shape r
st of an old memory sur
years
ng was the first time I wok
mbered opening my eyes to an empty room, just as I had today. But si
gertips. When Xavier re-entered the roo
ined completely unr
t is
answered, his voice
m, my pulse fa
n," he said without a
k. "Never?"
, unyielding, and utterly
r, but the true blow came as he reached the d
said quietly, "and I
tually loved, the woman whose place I had taken after she vanishe
ook the pill. And I continued to take i
to the present. The memory rece
nd quietly prayed that he might finally look at me and
d, a bitter smile touching my lips. I had spent half
earably empty. Xavier had already returned to his world-his company, his meetings, his empire. Meanwhile,
ting in my palm. For the first tim
to stop hoping Xavier Kingsley would choose me, because the
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