BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION

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n me. We both collapsed on the bed exhausted by the steamy sex we just had. I didn't cry. Not when I pulled my dress over my head. Not when I slipped my heels back on and heard the soft exhale of Lucas asleep in his bed. Not even when I read Henry's text again... Miss you. Can't wait to wake up next to you tomorrow. Instead, I felt... nothing. Or maybe too much of everything at once. Shame, hunger, confusion, guilt, they all tangled inside me until I couldn't tell them apart anymore. Like a storm that started quiet and was now swallowing me whole. Lucas stirred behind me. "You're still here." His voice was low and thick with sleep. But there was a smile in it too. Like he already knew I couldn't stay away. I glanced over my shoulder. "Not for long." He propped himself on one elbow, the sheet sliding off his body like a secret being revealed. Gosh, he looked like temptation had a face. Muscles carved under golden skin. Hair tousled. Eyes that made you forget who you were. He was everything I wasn't supposed to want. But I did. "I'll see you again, won't I?" he asked casually. He already knew the answer. "Lucas..." My voice caught. "This can't keep happening." He shrugged. "Then stop." I hated how easy he made it sound. Like I could just walk away. Like this thing between us wasn't tearing me in two. "I have a life," I whispered. "I have someone who-who believes in me." Lucas swung his legs out of the bed and stood, walking toward me. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the whiskey still on his breath. He leaned down, just close enough for his lips to brush my ear. "So why do you keep coming back to me?" My heart pounded. My knees trembled. And just like always, I didn't have an answer. Because I didn't know. Or maybe I did and I didn't want to face it. I turned away, grabbed my purse, and walked to the door. I didn't say goodbye. Because if I did, I might never leave. *** The elevator ride down felt like slow death. By the time I stepped into the parking garage, I was shaking. Not from cold. From truth. This wasn't just sex anymore. It hadn't been for a while. Lucas wasn't just Henry's boss. He wasn't just a mistake. He was mine. The one I knew would ruin everything and still couldn't let go of. I climbed into my car, and just as I turned the ignition, my phone buzzed again. HENRY: Change of plans. Breakfast in bed tomor