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Chapter hundred and fifty.
Jamal had never understood how loud an empty house could be.Before Vivian left, he had always thought silence was peaceful.He had spent years enjoying it.He had built his life around it.A quiet house.Quiet mornings.Quiet evenings.A life where nobody asked too many questions and nobody had the power to disappoint him.But now?The silence was unbearable.Every corner of the house reminded him of her.The couch where she had fallen asleep waiting for him.The kitchen where she had prepared meals.The dining table where they had laughed over burnt food.The hallway where she used to walk barefoot in the mornings.Their bedroom.That was the worst.He had barely stepped inside since she left.Because the moment he did, he could see her.He could almost hear her voice.Almost feel the warmth of her beside him.And every memory came with the same painful realization.He had been given something beautiful.And he had nearly destroyed it.Jamal sat on the edge of the bed that morning,
Chapter hundred and forty nine.
Jamal had barely slept.The night had stretched endlessly around him, every minute somehow longer than the one before it.He had remained downstairs for hours after Vivian walked away.The dinner was still on the table.Cold.Untouched.Forgotten.He had tried calling her once.Then twice.Then again.She hadn't answered.Eventually, he had stopped calling because he was terrified that if he kept doing it, she'd turn off her phone completely.But that hadn't stopped him from staring at the screen every few minutes.Hoping.Waiting.Praying for her name to appear.It never did.By morning, Jamal looked nothing like the man who had left for work the previous day.His shirt was wrinkled.His hair was disheveled.His eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.He hadn't shaved.He hadn't eaten.He hadn't even bothered changing clothes.He sat on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor.He had replayed the previous evening in his head so many times that he could pract
Chapter hundred and forty eight.
By the time Jamal got home that evening, the sun had already disappeared beyond the horizon.The sky outside the enormous windows of the Lincoln residence had turned into a deep shade of blue, with the last traces of daylight fading behind the trees surrounding the property.Jamal parked his car in the driveway and remained behind the wheel for several seconds.His hands rested loosely on the steering wheel.His mind was strangely quiet.For the first time in what felt like forever, he had done what he had been too afraid to do.He had ended things with Scarlet.There had been no promises.No secret arrangement to meet again.No "maybe later."No pretending they could remain friends while continuing to cross boundaries.He had looked her in the eyes and told her the truth.He had chosen Vivian.Now he was going to go inside and spend the evening with his wife.The thought brought a small smile to his face.He reached for the door handle.Then paused.He remembered the last few weeks.
Chapter hundred and forty seven.
Scarlet had no idea that everything had changed.That was what made the expression on her face so confident when she stepped into Lincoln Empire that afternoon.She walked through the glass doors as though she belonged there.Her heels clicked against the polished floor, drawing a few curious glances from employees who recognized her. She had been around Jamal's life before, although most of the current employees didn't know the details of her history with him.To them, she was simply a woman who occasionally came to see the CEO.And Scarlet carried herself like someone who had every right to be there.She had expected Jamal to be waiting.She had expected the moment she walked into his office, his expression would change.She had expected that familiar look in his eyes.The one that had appeared every time they were alone.The one that told her he wanted her even when he was pretending he shouldn't.She smiled to herself as she approached the elevator.Her phone buzzed.She glanced a
Chapter hundred and fifty six.
Jamal had been staring at the clock for the better part of twenty minutes.He had tried working.He really had.There were documents spread across his desk, several contracts waiting for his signature, and a report from the finance department that required his attention.Yet he hadn't properly read a single page.His eyes kept drifting toward the clock.Then toward his phone.Then toward the door.He had been expecting Scarlet.They hadn't made any formal plans to meet, but after the conversation they had shared the previous night, Jamal knew she would probably come.And part of him had been waiting for her.That realization irritated him.He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face."Get yourself together."He picked up a document.Read the first sentence.Then the second.His phone buzzed.He immediately reached for it.Nothing from Scarlet.It was an email.Jamal dropped the phone onto the desk.He was becoming ridiculous.He looked at the clock again.Then the door opened."Ja
Chapter hundred and five.
Oh, fuck, Jamal!" Scarlet cried out, wonton and needy. "Oh, please! Please!"Jamal collapsed on top of her, his chin at her shoulder while continuing to pump at her, though slower to accommodate the position. He stretched her arms out above her head, putting pressure on her biceps. "Please what?" he grunted, then nipped at the base of her neck."Please just take me," she whimpered. She meant it and more. "I'm yours, just make me yours, pleeeease!" She didn't know what she needed, just that she had a need greater than words and wasn't sure anything would sate other than him, for hours and days in any way he wished. In every way possible. She hadn't known such a need in her life."Holy. Freaking. Shit," Jamal responded, punctuating it with a thrust and holding, though depth was an issue in this position. "Beg for me again."Jamal asserting control amplified Scarlet's need impossibly further; it was her favorite thing about him. He was intoxicating to look at. To touch. And when he asser
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