Page 154 of Sexting the Boss

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says, cutting me off.

“No,” I say, voice cracking. “You’re pushing me away. You slept with me, you made me feel like I meant something, and now you’re just…done.”

He looks down. Says nothing.

And that silence breaks something in me.

I swallow the lump rising in my throat, backing away. “You don’t even deny it.”

“Sasha—” he starts, reaching out.

I step back. “Save it,” I whisper. “I’ll pack.”

Then I turn and walk down the hall before he can see the tears starting to fall.

I shut the door behind me and press my back against it, breathing hard. My hands are trembling.

That wasn’t just a fight. That was the kind of conversation that feels like a door slamming shut—one you don’t get to open again.

And then my eyes flick to the wardrobe across the room.

It’s still filled with clothes Damien bought me. Clothes that somehow fit me perfectly. Silks, linens, jeans, sweaters. Every piece soft. Luxurious. Comfortable.

And now?

They feel like shackles.

I cross the room slowly and open the wardrobe. My fingers brush over a soft gray sweater I’ve worn twice and secretly loved. I hesitate—just for a second.

Then I yank my hand away.

No.

I’m not taking any of it.

Not a single dress. Not a single shoe.

Because they weren’t really gifts. They were part of this curated illusion. This perfect world he built around me, with security guards and rose gardens and espresso in bed. And now he’s decided I don’t belong in it anymore.

Fine.

But I’m not leaving wearing his damn clothes.

I dig into the wardrobe, pull out the worn jeans and the wrinkled blouse I came in with, and toss them onto the bed.

They’re not glamorous. They don’t smell like fresh lavender and luxury.

But they’remine.

And after everything?—

I need something that still is.

* * *

The ride is mostly silent.

Damien’s fingers stay clenched on the wheel, knuckles pale against the leather. He doesn’t glance at me. Doesn’t say much. Not even when the city comes into view and the skyline starts to feel too familiar again.

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