Chapter Nineteen.
Xenaryas Point Of View.
The drive to the office remained quiet, the weight of my rediscovered memories still heavy in the air . Alexandros, focused on the road, occasionally glanced in my direction, his eyes a mix of concern and curiosity .
But my thoughts couldn't help but wander, openly studying him . I didn't bother to hide it; my gaze was fixed on him as my mind continued to grapple with the fragments of memory that had resurfaced in my apartment . The intensity of the fantasies involving Alexandros, my boss, seemed to grow with each passing moment . What troubled me most was not just the memories and fantasies themselves, but the overwhelming desire for them to become reality .
We pulled up to the sleek, modern office building that housed Alexandros's workplace .
