Untamed secret

Lose control

📖 Untamed Secrets

Chapter 7 – Lose Control

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding.

Serena stepped into Hale Ventures the next morning, her sunglasses hiding the shadows under her eyes. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Jeremy’s glare from the rooftop.

He had no right.

No claim.

No space left in her heart.

And yet, he was everywhere.

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Her office door stood ajar. Serena pushed it open and froze.

Jeremy was sitting in her chair.

His suit was immaculate, his posture relaxed — but his eyes, sharp and burning, gave him away.

“Get out,” she said quietly.

He didn’t move. “I’m not here to apologize.”

“Good,” she shot back. “Because I wouldn’t believe you.”

Jeremy rose slowly, like a storm building on the horizon.

“Was it worth it?” he asked, voice low. “Letting him flirt with you as if you’re… available?”

Her chest tightened. “You don’t own me, Jeremy.”

His gaze darkened. “No. But I know the way you look at me. I know what happens when I touch you.”

She tried to brush past him, but his hand caught her wrist — firm, not rough. Just enough to stop her.

“Let go,” she whispered, her pulse betraying her.

“Not until you say you feel nothing.”

Her eyes burned. “I felt it,” she snapped. “And I hated you for it.”

The words had barely left her lips before his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was brutal. Desperate. A clash of anger and hunger, full of everything they’d both been trying to bury. She kissed him back with the same fury, fingers tangling in his hair as though she could drag the fight out of him.

Jeremy slammed the door shut without breaking the kiss, locking it with a sharp click. His hands were everywhere — her waist, her back, tugging her closer as though distance itself was unbearable.

He pressed her against the door, his body pinning hers, his mouth fierce against her neck.

“Still hate me?” he growled, his breath hot against her skin.

“Yes,” she whispered — even as her fingers clawed at his jacket, pulling him closer. “God, yes.”

His hand slid to her hip, holding her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“You don’t hate me,” he murmured against her collarbone. “You hate how much you still want me.”

Her reply was a kiss — hard, reckless, surrendering and defiant all at once.

And when his lips claimed hers again, Serena knew this wasn’t love.

It was fire.

It was war.

And neither of them had any intention of surrendering.

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When it was over, they stood there, breathless, foreheads almost touching, hearts racing in the silence they had created.

Jeremy’s voice was rough when he finally spoke. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this again.”

Her chest rose and fell, eyes locked on his. “Then stop showing up. Because I’m done running.”