Breaking Point
Krystal I stomped out of Ryland’s office, my pulse f*****g hammering, my breath short and sharp as I tore down the hall. The goddamn audacity of that man. The f*****g smirk. That slow, deliberate way he pushed and prodded until I snapped. Fuck. I knew I overreacted. Knew I let my temper get the better of me. But f**k if I was going to stand there and let him f**k with the mission. We had a goddamn job to do, and the last thing I needed was Ryland Johansson making it ten times harder just because he got off on pressing my buttons. By the time I reached my room, I was still f*****g fuming. I threw the door open, kicked it shut behind me, and paced. Fast. Agitated. My hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms as I tried to breathe through the fury twisting inside me. I couldn’t
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