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“Where are you going?” I ask, disappointment and surprise clear in my voice.

“I’m not sure yet. I just know that I can’t do this right now. You take the bed tonight. I’ll sleep in the chair.”

“So, you’re leaving?”

“Yes.”

I watch him leave as I stand and wrap the robe around myself before heading to the bathroom. I rinse out my mouth and splash some water on my face before returning to bed.

I lie on the bed in the dark and think about what has just happened. I don’t understand why he’s acting like such a jerk, especially since we seemed to be getting along well enough earlier today. Then tonight, he kissed me, he undressed me, and he sucked my pussy dry. His kisses were hot and steamy and his fingers felt amazing inside me. It makes no sense.

I lie back on the bed and listen to the sound of the ocean outside. Eventually, I drift off to sleep. My mind is filled with images of Dylan kissing me, touching me... then inexplicably, walking out on me.

Chapter 13

Dylan

Fuck.Fuck.FUCK!

I walk out of the hotel room and with nowhere else to go, I head to the bar. I am so fucking pissed at myself. I can’t believe I let that happen. I know she wanted it. I know she wanted me. Hell, she was practically begging me to fuck her. But I still can’t help feeling that I took advantage of her even though I gave her one hell of an orgasm and left myself with a rock-hard cock and nowhere to put it.

I arrive at the bar to find it nearly empty but still open. I order a whiskey and sit in the dark room, nursing my drink. My mind is racing as I try to figure out what happened. Was it just because we were both caught up in the moment or because we both had a few drinks at the event? What do I say to her when I see her again? How do I explain how I feel without coming off like an asshole?

I sit alone in the darkness, consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. Anger courses through my veins, fueled by the heat of my own frustrations. How could I have let myself give in to desire and lose control in a moment of vulnerability?

My insecurities are welling up inside me, tormenting me with their relentless whispers. I’m older than her, I’m her boss, and I’m burdened with a myriad of intimacy issues that have plagued me for far too long. How could someone as vibrant and full of life as Jocelyn ever find solace in the arms of someone like me?

Yet, despite these doubts and the turmoil that engulfs my thoughts, there’s a part of me that can’t deny the magnetic pull she exerts on me. It’s not just physical attraction, although that undeniable chemistry is a potent force.

Jocelyn has brought light into my life, illuminating the darkest corners of my soul with her optimism and sunny disposition. She possesses a mind that astounds me, a work ethic that inspires me, and a spirit that refuses to be dimmed by the challenges we face. And in her presence, I find myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

But the weight of my insecurities presses upon me, casting doubts upon the authenticity of any relationship we may pursue. Can I offer her the love and commitment she deserves, or am I destined to hurt her in the end? I’ve seen the damage that can be wrought by relationships tainted by power dynamics, and I can’t bear the thought of inflicting that upon her.

As I sit in the shadowy room, a flicker of remorse washes over me. Leaving her without an explanation was a cruel act, a betrayal of the trust she placed in me. I need to confront my demons and come to terms with this tangled mess of emotions.

If only I knew where to begin…

Morning casts its golden rays upon the room, illuminating the remnants of a restless night. My body is stiff from the uncomfortable chair that served as my makeshift bed. As the events of the previous evening flood my mind, a mix of regret and longing fills my heart.

Jocelyn stirs and her eyes flutter open as she groggily sits up and rubs her temples. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, I see a flicker of vulnerability before she shields herself behind a professional façade.

“Good morning,” I greet. I know my voice is tinged with remorse. “I’m sorry about what happened last night. I shouldn’t have walked out like that.”

She waves a dismissive hand, her expression masked with a determined focus. “We don’t have time to dwell on it, Mr. Chase. We’re visiting the set of the streaming show today and have meetings all day with the producers and actors. We should focus on that.”

I haven’t exactly forgotten, but, for once, business isn’t at the top of my mind. “You’re right, Jocelyn. I know you worked hard to get us this meeting and I believe it will be very important to the successful launch of our streaming service.” I make it a point to acknowledge that I value her contributions. It’s the least I can do after what I did last night.

“Thank you. Well, we better hurry and get ready. The car service will be here in an hour.”

“I understand… But I need you to know that I’m sorry, Jocelyn. I never meant to hurt you or leave you without an explanation.”

She sighs, her gaze softening for a fleeting moment. “I appreciate the apology, but let’s focus on the task at hand. We can’t afford any distractions.”

Her words sting, and they are a reminder that the urgency of our professional responsibilities outweighs our desires. The unspoken tension between us hangs in the air like a fragile web threatening to shatter with every word. I silently vow to myself that I will make amends. I will earn her forgiveness and show her the depths of my commitment no matter what.

We take turns in the bathroom and leave the hotel room in just under an hour. As we navigate the halls of the hotel, the tension swirls around us like an invisibility cloak. Our driver is waiting for us in the lobby. He leads us to his car once he sees us.

On our way to the studio, the atmosphere remains thick with unspoken apologies and lingering regrets. Our minds are preoccupied. We are each lost in our own thoughts, contemplating the choices we’ve made and the implications they hold for our future.

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