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Chapter 71

tok Damenkobe building, staring up at the tall glass structure with a smirk on my lips. It had been a while seid seen him but that was about to change

Damen had always been a man of discipline, self–control, loyalty–all of that boring, noble nonsense. But I knew better. I knew men. And no man not even Damen Hale, could ignore temptation forever. Especially not when it was standing right

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1 adjusted the straps of me purse on my shoulder and checked my reflection in the glass doors before stepping inside. My Back des bugged me in all the right places, and my heels clicked confidently against the polished floor as I made my way

hough the lobbe Heads turned, but I paid them no attention. I had one goal today.

Remind Damien of what he’s missing

Robe. That fragile bile thing She had his ring, his name–but did she really have him? I doubted it. A man like Damien needed passion, ie, a woman who knew how to handle him. Rosalie? She was none of those things.

I knew what Damien liked. Knew what made his pulse race. And if he’d forgotten, well.. I was here to refresh his memory.

The center doors open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for his floor. My heart beat steadily, not with nerves, but

Of course. He was predictable like that. But resistance was just the first step before surrender. He

could pretend all he wanted, but deep down, I knew he wanted me. He always had.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the elevator wall, my lips curling into a slow smile.

ight have had the wedding, but I would have the victory.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open

Showtime

1opped out, moving with the kind of confidence that turned heads, and walked down the hall. The closer I got to his office,

ne I could fee the excitement thrumming in my veins.

This was going to be fun

Stopping in from of his door. I smoothed down my dress, took a deep breath, and then reached for the handle.

wastoremond Damien Hale of exactly what he’d been missing.

I pushed open the heavy office doors without knocking Damien sat behind his desk, focused on some documents, his sleeves roled up, ending power as always. He barely looked up when I stepped inside, but I knew he noticed. He always did.

“Mel” he said, has voce even, not a hint of surprise. “What do you want?”

I set the door clone behind me, taking slow, deliberate steps toward his desk. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” Laskesd, Jetting sory sace dig something soft, something suggestive

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“There was never an “us,” he said flatly, pushing back in his chair slightly, putting distance between us.

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I smiled, tilting my head. “That’s not how I remember it.” I reached out, trailing a finger along the edge of his desk. “I remember late nights, conversations that meant something. A connection.”

Damien’s jaw tightened. “You remember things that never happened”

I huffed out a laugh. “Oh, come on, Damien. Let’s not pretend here. You married Rosalie out of obligation. You felt sorry for her. But deep down, we both know she can’t give you what you need.” I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. “She can’t satisfy you, can she‘

His hands clenched into fists on the desk, his knuckles white. “Watch your mouth, Melanie-

I smirked. “Touched a nerve?”

“I love my wife,” he said, his voice firm, unshakable. “And if you think I’d ever betray her, you’re delusional.”

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1 scoffed, straightening up “Love” I repeated, shaking my head. “Love is an illusion, Damien. A man like you, with your power, your status, you should have a woman who knows how to handle it. Not some fragile little thing who flinches every time someone raises their voice.”

He stood up then, towering over me. “Enough.” His voice was sharp, final.

But I wasn’t done. “You’re wasting yourself on her,” I pushed. “I could give you so much more, Damien. You know it

“I know that you need to leave,” he said coldly. “Now”

1 clenched my jaw, my nails digging into my palms. The rejection stung, but more than that, it infuriated me. Damien was turning me away–again–for her.

“This isn’t over,” I said, my voice like steel.

“It is he countered, stepping back, putting more distance between us. “And if you ever pull something like this again, you’ll regret it.”

I glared at hum for a moment longer, then turned on my heel and stormed toward the door. My heart pounded in my chest,

my fingers twitching at my sides. He would regret this.

I stepped into the hallway, my anger burning through me like fire, my thoughts spinning too fast to settle. Damien would pay for humiliating me. He would see just how dangerous it was to reject me.

I was so caught up in my own rage that I nearly walked straight into someone.

“Oh. Miss Ross,” the voice came, surprised.

I turned, my glare sharpening when I saw her kita.

The little cleaner

I went to move past her, not in the mood for whatever nonsense she was about to spew, but then she spoke again.

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1 froze Slowly, I turned back to face her “What

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Rita studied me for a moment before speaking. “Why did you give me your ring?”

1 blinked. “Excuse me

“The heart–shaped one she said, tilting her head. “Why did you give it to me the other day you were at the company?”

I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Is this seriously what you stopped me for?”

She didn’t back down. “You didn’t just give it to me,” she said. “You paid me to take it. Why?”

I smiled then, a slow, amused smile. “I was doing a good deed.”

She frowned “A good deed

I shrugged. “It’s worth something. You can sell it if you don’t want it.

Her frown deepened. “That’s what’s strange to me. You could have just given me money if that was your intention. But you wanted me to have that ring. You even insisted.”

I sighed, folding my arms. “Why are you overthinking this? If you don

want it, sell it. I don’t care.”

She didn’t respond right away, just kept looking at me with that suspicious little gaze.

I rolled my eyes. “Look, you’re wasting both our time. If you don’t want the damn ring, throw it in the trash for all I care.”

I could see the thoughts running through her head, the way she was trying to piece something together, but I wasn’t going t sand around and entertain it