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An Unwelcome Ride
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I moved ahead, planning to intervene, but Jason replied easily, his tone distinct and assured. “I believe my mom is fantastic!” he exclaimed, grinning. “She puts in a lot of effort, yet she still allocates plenty of time for me.” “I also wish to assist others, just like she does!” The audience dissipated, their unified “aw” resonating throughout the space. I also couldn't resist smiling, even though I wished he didn't have to handle the attention. Once the excitement faded, I heard a deep, melodic voice coming from behind me. "You've brought up quite an impressive young man." Courteous, articulate, delightful. He didn't get that from you. I spun around, shocked, to see Ethan Sterling right in front of me. He was even more annoyingly attractive from a distance, his gray eyes sparkling with delight. "Beg your pardon?" I spoke, my tone cold. "You heard what I said," he responded with a grin. “He possesses flawless etiquette.” In contrast to his mother, who bumped into me at a snac
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"I'm sorry," Rebecca whispered softly, remaining in place. "I didn't intend to make you upset." "I merely believed it was important for you to be aware." I compelled myself to inhale deeply, shutting the article. "That's okay, Rebecca." "I appreciate you highlighting this for me." Rebecca paused once more, then said, “For what it’s worth… I believe you conducted yourself admirably at the event. It's simply that... people enjoy drama, right? I nodded, although her words offered little solace. As Rebecca walked out, I reclined in my chair, gazing at the ceiling. The media was crafting a narrative I couldn't oversee. The stock was declining. And Gregory was likely enjoying the disorder. I tightened my fists, a blend of annoyance and fear flowing within me. Lucas's return to my life had been an unexpected upheaval, and now, it appeared that the repercussions were merely starting. The brightness of my office light seemed more intense as the seconds passed. I drummed my pen on the des
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“What are you up to?” I inquired, my tone tinged with annoyance. “Assisting,” he remarked straightforwardly, slicing the piece into an ideal bite-sized piece. He pierced it with the fork and extended it towards me. "Here." Give it a go. I looked at him, amazed. "I am capable of cutting my own food, Ethan." "Indulge me," he said, his voice lighthearted but firm. Hesitantly, I leaned in and took a bite, my cheeks flushing as his gaze remained fixed on me. The steak was cooked to perfection, yet I hardly tasted it. "There," he remarked, placing the fork down with a pleased grin. "Look?" "You’re already unwinding." I stared at him fiercely, resolved not to allow him to irritate me. However, he wasn't finished. “Stay still,” he instructed, leaning over the table once more. "What's next?" I inquired, my annoyance escalating. He extended his hand, his thumb softly gliding over the edge of my lips."You had a tiny something," he remarked, his tone soft and playful. My breath caught,
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The car slowed to a stop in front of my house, the quiet hum of the engine the only sound filling the tense space. For a moment, I didn’t move. I could still sense the heaviness of that voice, how it crept into my thoughts as if it had embedded something within me—something I couldn’t remove. I wet my lips, looking at the driver, my heart racing. He didn't even glance my way. Just reached across the console and unlocked the door.“You’re home,” he said, voice eerily neutral. I hesitated. Like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t been kidnapped. Like I hadn’t been warned. Like I hadn’t just been pulled into a game I didn’t understand. My fingers trembled as I pushed open the door and stepped out. The night air felt too cold, too sharp against my skin. I turned back, my lips parting—to say what, I wasn’t sure. But before I could blink— The car was gone. No screeching tires. No roaring engine. Just… gone. Like it had never been there at all. I stood frozen in plac
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The car took a sharp turn, veering off the familiar road to my home and into a secluded area of the city. I stiffened. “This isn’t my house,” I blurted. “No, it isn’t,” he said flatly. Another turn—we entered a covered parking lot. My stomach plummeted. Panic clawed at my throat as the car rolled to a stop. My last chance.I grabbed the door handle and yanked.Locked. I tried again, harder. Still locked. Oh, hell no.Before I could start screaming, the driver stepped out, rounded the car, and yanked my door open. "Out," he ordered. I stared at him. “What if I say no?” His jaw twitched. "Then I'll carry you." I gasped. “That’s rude! That’s—God, *do you even know who I am? There are rules about this kind of thing! This isn’t how kidnapping works—” He exhaled sharply, clearly running out of patience. Before I could talk my way into more trouble, he grabbed my wrist— firm, but not brutal— "Don't make this harder than it has to be," he muttered. My pulse po
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The door swung open moments later, and Amanda strutted in—head held high, completely unaware she was walking into a trap.She barely spared me a glance before flipping her hair over her shoulder and plopping down in the chair across from me. “You called?” she said, her voice bored. I folded my hands on the desk, studying her. “Tell me, Amanda… do you like working here?” She blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Excuse me?” “It’s a simple question,” I said smoothly. “Do you enjoy your job?” Amanda scoffed. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” I hummed, tilting my head. “That’s interesting. Because lately, it seems like you’ve been more focused on certain extracurricular activities rather than your actual responsibilities.” Her smirk wavered. “What are you talking about?” I picked up my tablet and turned the screen toward her.The policy handbook glowed under the office lights. Specifically, the section on workplace relationships. Amanda’s face palmed instantly. I leane
