Episode 4: Midnight Confessions
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Lena sat at her desk long after office hours, pretending to work, but her mind was elsewhere. Victoria Hastings. The woman oozed confidence, power, and something else—history. Dominic’s history.
Whatever had gone on between them, it was clear Victoria wasn’t over him. But was he over her?
Lena shook the thought away. It’s none of your business.
The office was nearly empty, save for a few late-night employees. She was about to pack up when her phone buzzed.
Dominic: Come to my office.
Her stomach flipped. Why?
Still, she obeyed.
When she stepped inside, the lights were dimmed, the city skyline glowing behind him. He stood by the window, his tie loosened, the first few buttons of his shirt undone.
Lena swallowed. Dangerous. He looked dangerously good.
"You stayed late," he said without turning around.
"I had work to finish," she replied carefully.
He finally faced her, his gaze unreadable. "Victoria upset you."
Lena blinked. "Why would she? She’s your business."
He tilted his head. "Is that so?"
She folded her arms. "I don’t mix work with personal matters."
Dominic’s lips twitched, as if amused. "Good. Neither do I."
Liar.
She didn’t know what made her say it, but the words slipped out before she could stop them.
"Is she still in love with you?"
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, Dominic took a slow step toward her.
"Victoria wants what she can’t have," he murmured, his voice like silk. "She made her choice a long time ago."
Lena’s breath caught as he stopped inches away. His scent—dark, intoxicating—wrapped around her.
"And what about you, Ms. Carter?" he continued, his voice low. "Do you want something you can’t have?"
Her heart pounded. "I—I don’t know what you mean."
His gaze dropped to her lips, just for a second.
"Liar," he whispered.
The room felt too small, the air too thick. If she didn’t leave now, she wasn’t sure what would happen.
"I should go," she breathed.
Dominic didn’t stop her. But as she turned to leave, his voice came, deep and dangerous.
"Goodnight, Lena."
Not Ms. Carter. Lena.
She walked out, her pulse racing.
This was dangerous. And she was in trouble.
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