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l spinning from our intense encounter. I walked into the living room and

ut the connection between us was undeniable. Jack, my assistant, had knocked on

ed, shaking my head. "I shouldn

g for the whiskey bottle. I poured a glass and dow

mind - the softness of her skin, the way she moaned my name, the fire in

loud, standing up abruptly. "I

Elena down. I drove through the city streets, searching for any

ice echoing in the empty

se. It was like she had

sh away the regret and longing. But even as the hot water pounded agai

ments we shared kept replaying in my mind. I couldn't understa

nd. My heart leapt, hoping it might be El

roject tomorrow morning," she wrote. "And we also ne

mother rarely reached out like this, and the mention of my stepbr

I had to find a way to see her again, to explain my

to my stepmother's message. What new family drama was br