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Sabrina

So here I am, working out of Leo’s home office, trying to spin gold out of the straw that’s his current public image situation. Meanwhile, Leo himself is… ‘at work’ again.

Yeah, right. ‘Work.’

Is that the new code for ‘flinging himself off high places while wearing glorified bedsheets?

He swore yesterday, before the…incident… in the gym, that he’d only jumped once so far. Do I believe him?

Honestly?

Flip a coin, Sabrina. Heads he’s telling the truth, tails he’s currently strapping into a wingsuit.

My track record for trusting charming men with a penchant for disappearing isn’t exactly stellar. Exhibit A: my own father. Exhibit B: the guy whose ridiculously expensive sofa I occasionally have mind-altering sex on.

And speaking of sofa-gate adjacent activities… yesterday. The gym.

Holy hell.

After that blow-up fight about the lies, about the sheernerveof him… the sex was…

I’m not even sure how to describe it.

It wasn’t rough and desperate like so many nights before.

It was… angry. Possessive. Like he was trying to stake a claim, not just on my body, but on my defiance. He was sopresent. Focused entirely on me, on pushing me, on breaking down every wall I raised.

It was terrifying.

And hotter than the surface of the sun.

Which, naturally, leaves me completely messed up.

Because apparently, the only way to get the fully engaged, ‘I-see-you-Sabrina’ version of Leo Maxwell is to have a screaming match first. That’s the secret sauce.

A knock-down fight followed by borderline violent fucking that leaves my pussy still aching a day later.

Well, that’s a healthy relationship dynamic right there.

Sign me up for the long haul.

I’m so confused. Like... really.

I was almost ready to pack Mia’s cotton onesies and flee back to my comparatively sane (and definitely less confusing) Brooklyn apartment. But then… the memory of his hands on me, his tongue inside me, the way he made me feel completely undone…

God, stop it.

My lunch with Tatiana yesterday didn’t exactly clear things up. Tati, bless her practical, happily-married-to-a-reformed-billionaire heart, just doesn’t quite grasp the specific brand of chaos that is Leo.

Her advice as usual boiled down to: “He’s trying, Sabrina. Mia clearly adores him, even if she mostly uses him as a climbing frame. Maybe stop overthinking and just… see where it goes?”

Easy for her to say. Dominic builds sustainable resorts. Leo jumps off mountains forfun.

Not exactly parallel universes.

She thinks I should keep trying. Give him the benefit of the doubt. But the lying… if he lied about the wingsuiting, something so fundamental, something heknewwas my biggest fear, what else is he hiding? What elsehashe lied about?

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