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EVE. 

The elevator dinged, and when we stepped out, it looked like we just walked into a whole new world altogether. 

If I weren’t paying attention, I would have thought we had stepped out of Spenders‘ Desires, into a different building. 

There was cold lighting, glass doors, and people moving around like their jobs were tethered to the world’s survival. 

There were offices lining the hallway, most of them with transparent doors. And the people inside hunched over desks like their lives depended on every keystroke. No small talks or leisure time. Just eyes on screens and that dreadful sound of a professional setting that takes itself way too seriously. 

I was still trying to make sense of the transition when I almost walked right into a lady with flawless skin and a stack of files in her arms. She didn’t even stop. She just swerved and kept walking like her deadline was sprinting ahead of her. 

They all looked way too serious here it was depressing. 

I didn’t realise Kyrie had stopped in front of an office. I bumped into him for the second time today. He looked down at me with that cold indifference he wore so easily, and I fidgeted. 

He didn’t say a word. He just stared like he didn’t even have the energy to be annoyed. 

I wasn’t even sure he heard a response when he knocked on the door because he pushed it open and 

walked in. 

I followed without hesitation, and the scene that unfolded before me was… Disgusting? 

I saw Saint, pants down, sitting comfortably on the couch in his office, like a king who’d grown tired of being worshipped. One hand holding a cigar, the other resting on the armrest like this was his 

usual Tuesday. 

There was also a lady who looked like she belonged in a beauty pageant, not bouncing up and down on top of a man’s dick in an office, straddling his thighs, and moaning like she was built for that 

destruction Saint called a dick. 

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Jesus Christ. 

Saint wasn’t even putting in any effort. 

The picture I saw here was a picture of a man who just let the lady have what she had been begging 

for. 

He didn’t even flinch when we walked in, and Kyrie wasn’t surprised either. 

The lady in question? She obviously had no atom of shame in her. Because she kept going like we weren’t even there, 

My stomach flipped. I turned around immediately. I didn’t belong in this kind of atmosphere. I needed out. But just as I reached for the door, Kyrie’s hand shot out and caught my wrist for the second time today. 

For someone who barely even knows me, he sure has a habit of holding me still. 

Even though he scared me, there was something about his touch that was deceptively soothing. And I hated that it made me feel something close to safe. 

“When are we leaving?” Kyrie asked calmly, almost like we weren’t standing in the middle of a live sex tape. 

I looked up at him, confused. 

Leaving? To where? 

My gaze shifted to Saint, whose countenance had shifted from nonchalance and boredom to lethal. 

His eyes zeroed in on where Kyrie was touching me. And just like that, the air changed. 

I quickly yanked my hand off Kyrie’s hold. 

Saint immediately shoved the lady off of him, like she was a fly on his plate. 

She stumbled, caught herself, clearly humiliated, and scrambled to fix her clothes. Her face flushed 

red, but Saint didn’t spare her a glance. 

He didn’t even allow her to protest when he responded to Kyrie, “We’re living now.” 

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He held my gaze like a switch had just flipped in his head or like something territorial had just kicked in. 

GODD 

And I didn’t know what scared me more the fact that I had no idea where we were going, or the 

fact that Saint, at that moment, didn’t look like a man who had just been interrupted from something he liked. 

He looked like a man who’d just made a decision. 

One that had everything to do with me. 

And I felt it deep in my guts that I wouldn’t like the decision he might have just made. 

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