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t heavier than the last, and my body moved on autopilot, numb and disconnected from my racing mind. I d

hts and sounds blurred together, creating a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors that matched the chaos swirlin

the betrayal that suffocated m

a club. Without thinking, I swerved into the parking lot, tires screeching against the pavement. I h

ng out my thoughts. I pushed through the crowd, grabbed a drink, and downed it in

he rhythm, losing myself in the beat, letting it consume me. For a while, t

when I opened them, my gaze landed on a man

cigarette dangled from his lips, his expression unreadable. Somet

garette, never breaking eye con

ick of his wrist beckoning me. My heart raced as I hesi

, his body close enough that I coul

he said, his vo

wer. His hand found my waist, pulling

s pressed close. "You dance like you're running from something,

fun," I replied,

," he said, his hand sliding lower on my

ng my skin. "What's your name?" he asked, his lips so

," I wh

aniel," he said, his name rolling off his

es -the billionaire. His name was whispered in

but his grip tightened, pulling me closer again. "

ked back. But his touch, his presence, was intoxicating, and

against my ear. The suggestion was laced with promise, the

ning blaring in m

as we moved deeper into the club, into a private room cloaked in shadows. The air was thi

ced ease. His hands roamed over my body, his touch igniting something

ands moved lower, as his breath warmed my neck, something shift

red, the word

lips brushing against my skin. "Don't fight i

shed against him. "Stop!" I cried,

What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Are you

off his lap. My heart pounded in my chest

crashing down on me. The cool night air hit me like a slap as

ashes of my past overwhelmed me. Memories I had tried so hard

g the images to stop. But they wouldn't. They crashed ove

n from my past. But it was always there, lurking in th