Page 103 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
The voice came from the far end of the room. Calm.
Mr Dubois.
I froze. My skin prickled.
“Wh-where am I?” I managed.
A pause. Then footsteps.
Slow and heavy, yet controlled.
He walked toward the window and pulled the curtain just slightly—just enough.
Moonlight bled into the room. I blinked at the light.
His outline emerged. Tall and poised.
A shadow carved in the silver moonlight.
“I was beginning to think you’d sleep through the night,” he said softly.
His hands slid into his pockets. His head tilted slightly, watching me.
My pulse stuttered.
“Why—why am I—” I couldn’t finish it. The words lodged in my throat.
He stepped back into the darkness, just out of reach of the light.
“You’re safe,” he said. “Very safe, in fact.”
I didn’t feel safe.
I felt like prey that had woken up in a hunter’s den.
Wrapped in silk, yes. But silk could still strangle.
In the silence, the only sound was my breathing—shallow, uneven—until the faint rustle of fabric broke through.
He was removing his black suit jacket.
“You signed an NDA while working in my office, Lucia,” he said, voice even. “But I’m a cautious man. Tonight, I’ll be taking note of some evidence—should you ever try to blackmail me.”
“W-What?”
What was he talking about?
What the fuck was he talking about?
I tugged at the silk again, but it only tightened, whispering against my wrists.
“Unfortunately,” he continued, tone calm in that way that was somehow worse, “I’ve been bitten before. And a man like myself can never be too careful.”
Buttons clicked. One by one.
The white of his shirt caught in the moonlight.
“Mr Dub—”
