Chapter 102: No, Can’t Do

Charlotte I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my collar with slow, deliberate movements. My hands shook a little, and I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or sadness—or both. Every part of me screamed to stop caring, to push all thoughts of Damien out of my mind, but no matter how much I tried, his face—those apologetic eyes—kept coming back. It was infuriating. “Forget him,” I whispered to myself as if saying it aloud would somehow make it true. “Damien’s not worth the trouble. Even if he fucks you so well you lose your mind. Even if you miss him so badly and you want nothing more than just for him to show up.” But, of course, my heart wasn’t listening. My mind was constantly locked in a loop, reliving every moment—every stroke, every kiss we shared—before everything fell apart. I couldn’t let this affect my work. I had to be professional, cold even. He had already hurt me once, and I wasn’t going to give him the power to do it again. A knock on my door snapped me out of my