FUCKED BY MY WORK COLLEAGUE -3The next night, I couldn’t focus on anything. My mind kept circling back to the note. Midnight. He hadn’t said where, but deep down, I knew he’d find me if I didn’t go. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to fight the pull he seemed to have over me. But the other part, the darker part, wanted to see him again. At 11:30 p.m., I found myself standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. It was tight, black, and left very little to the imagination. I told myself it wasn’t for him, but I knew better. By midnight, I was walking into the bar again. The place was dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and smoke heavy in the air. My eyes scanned the small crowd, searching for him. I didn’t have to wait long. John stood near the back, a drink in hand, his broad shoulders and commanding presence impossible to miss. Next to him was another man—taller, leaner, but with the same dangerous energy. They were both watching me, and when our eyes met, John smirked.
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