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And I collapsed into the chair like something holy had been taken from me.

Or gifted.

I couldn’t tell the difference.

I sat there for a long time.

Not moving.

Not breathing right.

Just… processing the aftermath like it was a crime scene I couldn’t explain to anyone—not even myself.

The screen on my laptop had gone black.

My reflection stared back at me.

Lipstick smudged.

Eyes wide. Lips parted. Chest rising like I was still catching up to what had happened—or what hadn’t.

I tried to focus. Tried to find the file. The numbers. The reason I was still sitting here, dressed like an offering.

But all I saw washim.

The imprint of his touch still warm at the back of my neck. The echo of his breath still thick on my skin.

I crossed my legs under the desk.

Too late.

My thighs were already slick.

My body had already answered him in ways my voice hadn’t dared.

I touched my mouth.

Traced the edge where his kiss had ended.

A kiss that hadn’t fed me—just lit the hunger higher.

A kiss that felt less like intimacy and more like indoctrination.

I closed the laptop.

Stood on shaky legs.

And walked out of the office without another sound.

Because the silence Wolfe left behind?

It didn’t need to be filled.

It needed to be obeyed.

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CLOE

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