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A mischievous smirk dances on his lips, water still cascading down our bodies, as his phone interrupts the moment, causing him to groan in annoyance.

With a quick peck on my lips, he promises, “I’m not done with you yet,” and we step out of the shower, making our way to the bedroom. Before I can think, he forcefully pushes me forward until I'm bent over his wooden desk, yanking the towel from my body.

I’m naked and wet—in more ways than one, and I can feel his warmth radiating behind me as he reaches for the ringing phone.

“Argent—”

His hand playfully slaps my ass, making me shiver. “Shh, I need to take this,” he says, his voice a low rumble.

As he answers the call, he slowly pushes into me, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I bite down hard on my lip, desperately trying to stifle any sound.

I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his tattooed body glistening with water droplets, his muscles flexing with each thrust.

The sight alone elicits a strained moan that earns me a sharp slap on my ass, making me yelp. I keep my eyes fixed on him, but I can’t help but notice the frown forming on his face and the darkening of his eyes.

“Send it to me,” he instructs abruptly, ending the conversation and tossing the phone onto the desk beside me.

Suddenly, he grabs the nape of my neck, arching my back as he slightly pulls me closer before thrusting harder into me. The pleasure overwhelms me, causing my eyes to roll back. After a few powerful thrusts, I feel his cock pulsating inside me before warmth fills me up.

My legs tremble, and I gasp for breath as I turn to face him. He remains silent, his gaze fixed on me, still catching his own breath. Leaning down, he softly kisses my lips before making his way to the closet.

I can tell something is bothering him. Whatever phone call that was about, has really upset him.

“Everything okay?” I ask. He walks over, adjusting his sleeves, and kisses my forehead reassuringly. “Nothing to worry about,” he assures me, though his actions betray a hint of tension.

I keep my gaze fixed on him as he heads towards his laptop, trying not to intrude, but I catch a glimpse of him opening what seems to be a picture before forcefully closing the laptop.

“I have to take care of something. Will you be alright or do I have to call Chloe—”

“I’ll call her, don’t worry,” I interject with a bright smile. “And please, don’t do something stupid... please.” He smirks in response, giving me a wink before leaving the room.

I wait patiently, listening to the faint sound of his car engine fading away before cautiously approaching his desk. I don’t want to intrude. But I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I need to see what he’s hiding. With a hesitant hand, I open his laptop and the screen illuminates.

As I click on his emails, the image he was viewing suddenly appears, and my eyes strain to make sense of the details. It’s a grainy camera footage capturing two suspicious-looking men engaged in some shady business.

A mix of shock and anger engulfs me as I zoom in, my heart pounding in my chest. It’s unmistakable—Zavier and Dane. Unbelievable.

The intensity of my emotions rises, my blood boiling as I fixate on the image before me. He’s still working with Zavier, which can only mean one thing—he knows exactly where he is. Thoughts race through my mind at lightning speed, and amidst the chaos, an idea sparks.

I haven’t seen my therapist in quite some time. Perhaps it’s high time I visit Doctor Storm.

Chapter 23

STARLET

Icalled a taxito take me to the doctor’s office but barely halfway, a sudden decision took hold of me, and now, I stand at the front door of my house. I haven’t been here since I escaped, but I think this is the first place I should’ve come to. Forwhat? I don’t know. Maybe closure.

I slowly open the front door, the creaking hinges echoing through the empty hallway. The musty smell of dust greets me, tinged with a hint of nostalgia. It’s clear that no one has been here in a while. The air feels thick and suffocating as if holding onto the memories that reside within these walls.

As I make my way through the silent house, the soft sound of my footsteps muffles any sound, adding to the eerie stillness.

My eyes scan the rooms, falling on everything that carries a sort of memory. The island in the kitchen, once the place that held the intimate moment me and Argent shared, now stands deserted and forgotten.

The broken frame in the hallway, a reminder of a time when things were shattered beyond repair. And there it is, the couch, worn and faded, bearing the weight of when I finally submitted to him.

But it is my bedroom that stops me in my tracks. Wooden fragments were still scattered over the floor, the door hanging precariously from the hinges. My heart, a wild rhythm in my chest, urges me forward.

I take a hesitant step into the room. Looking around the room, the memories flood back, tightening my chest and threatening to break the dam holding back tears. And then, I see them.

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