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One Hundred And Forty–Five You Have No Idea What You’re Doing To Me.
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Chapter One Hundred And Forty–Five: You Have No Idea What You’re Doing To Me.
Daisy and Ray had a date.
The restaurant Ray chose was not flashy. But it was beautiful. Private rooftop with clean glass railings overlooking the city skyline. Daisy arrived first.
She wore a sleek black satin dress that hugged her curves without trying too hard. Thin straps. Minimal jewelry. Her blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders. She wasn’t dressed to impress him.
She was dressed because she knew she looked good.
Ray arrived two minutes later.
Dark tailored trousers. Crisp white shirt. Sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. No tie. No jacket. He looked like control wrapped in quiet danger. When he saw her, he paused.
Daisy smirked. “You’re staring, doctor.”
“I’m assessing,” he replied calmly as he pulled out her chair.
“Oh?” she leaned back slightly. “And your diagnosis?”
He sat opposite her.
“High risk.”
She laughed softly. “Of what?”
“Addiction.”
Their food arrived, but neither of them was paying attention.
Ray didn’t flirt with words. He observed. He studied the way she held her glass. The way she spoke with her hands. The way she laughed without restraint.
“You don’t try to impress anyone,” he said suddenly.
Daisy raised a brow. “Why would I?”
“Most people do.”
“I don’t date for validation,” she replied calmly. “If I like someone, I like them. If I don’t, I leave.”
“And me?” Ray asked quietly.
She sipped her wine slowly.
“You’re interesting.”
He leaned forward slightly. “Interesting enough?”
Her eyes flickered to his mouth before returning to his gaze.
“That depends.”
“On?”
“Whether you can handle me.”
Ray’s expression didn’t change.
“I don’t chase women I can’t handle.”
Chapter One Hundred And Forty–Five You Have No Idea What You’re Doing To Me
The air shifted between them. And the table between them suddenly felt smaller.
Daisy’s pulse ticked at her throat.
“Careful,” she murmured.
He stood slowly, walked around the table, and stopped beside her chair.
“I am.”
He offered his hand, and she took it.
And when he helped her stand, his fingers lingered just long enough to make her breath unsteady.
This was not playful anymore. This was tension. And it was building.
Cassienne stepped out of the shower wrapped in a soft white towel, her skin still warm from the steam.
Her hair was damp, falling down her back in loose waves.
Dreston was waiting. Leaning against the bedroom wall, watching her.
He hadn’t said much since the arena broadcast. But his silence had weight.
“What?” she asked lightly, walking toward the vanity.
“You enjoyed yourself.”
“Yes.”
“With him?”
She paused.
“Dreston…”
“The one whispering in your ear.”
Cassienne turned slowly.
“He was from the production team.”
“You were laughing.”
“And?”
He walked toward her.
“And I didn’t like it.”
She folded her arms.
“So what do you want me to do? Not laugh?”
He stopped just inches away from her.
“I want you to understand how it looked.”
“And I want you to trust me,” she shot back.
His jaw tightened.
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Chapter One Hundred And Forty–Five You Have No Idea What You’re Doing To Me
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“You think I don’t?”
“I think you’re jealous.”
He didn’t deny it. Silence stretched between them.
“You don’t get to claim me and then doubt me,” she continued, her voice softer now but steady. “If this is going to work, you have to trust me.”
He stepped closer.
“I do trust you.”
“Then why are we arguing?”
“Because I hate the way men look at you.”
Her breath caught.
“And how do they look at me?”
He didn’t answer because he didn’t need to. His hand moved to her waist firmly, and possessively.
“You shine,” he murmured. “And I don’t like sharing the view.”
Her resistance softened.
“You can’t cage me, Dreston.”
“I’m not trying to.”
His other hand brushed a damp strand of hair away from her shoulder.
“I just need to know you’re mine.”
Her pulse quickened.
“I am,” she whispered.
The words shifted everything. And he kissed her. It wasn’t rushed at first. It was gentle and calm. Then, it was demanding.
Weeks of tension threaded into one moment. She kissed him back, fiercely. Her hands slid up his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.
He lifted her effortlessly, guiding her backward until she landed gently on the edge of the bed.
Their mouths parted only long enough to breathe.
His hands traced the curve of her waist. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Heat crawled in her stomach. It was electrifying
She gasped softly when his lips brushed down her neck.
“Dreston…”
He lifted his head.
“Say it. Say you love me.”
“I love you.”
Something inside him snapped. Restraint. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
Chapter One Hundred And Forty–Five You Have No Idea What You’re Doing To Me.
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She reached for him again.
He captured her wrists gently and pinned them above her head. He wanted to stop himself. But he couldn’t. Not this time. His eyes were darker now.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he said hoarsely.
Her chest rose and fell quickly beneath him.
“I need you.”
The room fell silent around them.
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