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Chapter Fourteen

Author: Tracy Michaels
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-19 22:34:59

ELENA

THEN.

I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle — not after everything I’d heard about him, not after the warnings I gave myself.

Every sense within me screamed that this was wrong — the most reckless decision I had ever made. And yet, here I was, sitting in the back seat of his sleek car while his driver silently navigated the dark streets.

It had started with a simple drink — just one — and somehow it led to him driving me home.

When we pulled up to the small, weathered house where I lived with my father, I felt the shift in the air. His eyes swept over the cracked pavement, the peeling paint on the front door, the sagging roof. His expression hardened, a flicker of disapproval tightening his jaw. He tried to mask it, but I saw it.

“Do you live here?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. “I live here with my dad,” I said softly.

He didn’t say anything, but his gaze lingered on me, expectant. Urging me to go on. And somehow, despite th
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