Follow me to my office, he ordered, his voice low and cold, leaving the other woman in the living room with his men. You hesitated but obeyed, your pulse quickening as you stepped into his office. He was already seated, his sharp gaze pinning you in place. The air between you crackled with tension as his voice cut through the silence. What do you think you’re doing, mingling with them at this hour?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion and barely contained anger.
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