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All the air leaves my lungs.

Without another word, he walks out, silent. No storming. No slammed doors.

And I’m left there—burning, breathless, heart racing, fury still thrumming in my veins, but under it all… confusion. I hear his footsteps echo down the hall. His bedroom door closes.

I pace. I seethe. But the silence in the penthouse grows heavier. The fight drained out of the space like blood from a wound.

My gaze drifts toward that hall.

I don’t plan it. I don’t think it through.

But my feet move anyway.

Hehas to know.

He won’thaveme, not easy. Not like that.

The door to his room isn’t shut tight, it’s cracked open. Like he didn’t care enough to close it all the way. Like he wanted me to look.

So I do.

I step inside.

I can hear the water running in the master bathroom.

It’s like stepping into another world.

Dark. Sleek. Immaculate. The room smells like him—clean, sharp, expensive. My eyes adjust to the dim light, and that’s when I see it.

The headboard.

Rows of notches. Like tallies of sins. Like proof of the conquests after me. That I was a trophy on a shelf he’s long since filled.

My breath stutters.

Disgusting.

He had me for a second. For one moment my body betrayed what I’ve always known.

Never again will he have me.

The notches stay burned behind my eyes as I shut his door behind me. A reminder of who he is. And of the fool I almost was for believing anything else.

Fuck Angelo Amato.

Chapter 21

Angelo

I’m an idiot.

Antagonizing her was not the way to go, but that look on her face…

I couldn’t help myself.

She was flushed, heated, angry, butaroused.

Still, I’m doing this all wrong. I have no fucking clue what I’m suppose to do. I want her.

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