CHAPTER 63

I dared not to provoke him.

As much as possible, I didn’t want to get him serious about fucking me infront of the board members.

And so, the tension between Thiago and me had grown unbearable. His every stolen moment, every whispered word, sent my mind spinning. It was like a constant push and pull, an invisible tether that neither of us could break.

And the worst part? I wasn’t sure why I wanted to.

Days passed, and I found myself tangled deeper in Thiago’s web, despite my best efforts to focus on work. Lucia, ever diligent, noticed the change in me but thankfully said nothing. Instead, she continued to bring me updates, event schedules, and project reports, as if pretending I was still the same focused Bridgette who had everything under control.

But nothing was under control. Least of all, me.

One evening, after hours at the office, I sat in my chair, rubbing my temples, trying to ward off an impending headache. The office was quiet; most of the staff had left for the day. I was fi