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Never Let Go
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Some love stories unfold slowly, but mine isn't one of them. My story isn't sweet or easy to hear; it's a brutal truth that could be anyone's reality. I'm the person people whisper about, asking, 'Why does she stay?' My story will reveal the answer. It will expose how it begins, where it leads, and the haunting question: will it ever end? Everything around me faded into obscurity, leaving only his lips, his touch... The thrill of the chase and the intoxicating heat between us became an addiction. Our stolen nights together were a reckless distraction, one we craved so intensely that we'd let the world around us burn. ***

Chapter 1 Rainy Night

JANE'S POV:

I'm Jane, a girl with high hopes and an infectious spirit. As a fashion designer, I pour my heart into creating stunning clothes that stand out in the industry. My boutique shop is my pride and joy, where I craft each piece with love and dedication. My clothes exude affection, and I take pride in that.

As I worked on new designs in my boutique, the door knocked. I looked up to see my secretary, Sophia, holding some files. I smiled and gestured her in.

"Ma'am, I hate to say this, but you're working too much," Sophia said, placing the files before me. "The boutique is closed, and you're still here."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a date, Sophia?"

Sophia beamed, nodding.

"You could've told me earlier," I said with a chuckle. "You may go now."

Sophia thanked me, clapping her hands. "I love you, boss!" She hurried out.

I stood up, stretched, and locked the boutique. Outside, I patted my pockets. "Where are my keys?"

Glancing into my car, I spotted the keys inside. "Great, just great."

The sky darkened, and thunder roared. I jumped, startled. Rain began pouring down.

A car approached, and I flagged it down. To my surprise, it stopped.

"Hi," I said, rushing to the window. "I forgot my keys in my car, and it's raining. Could you please drop me at the station? I'll miss the last bus."

The driver looked behind him and then nodded.

I ran to the other side and settled in behind where the owner of the car was sitting. As the car moved, I pushed my damp hair aside and sighed in relief.

"Thanks for helping me," I said, turning to the mysterious man. "No cars pass by here at this time."

He smiled. "I'm happy to help."

Our eyes met, and I felt an inexplicable flutter.

"Thanks again," I said, smiling back.

His voice, low and smooth, sent shivers down my spine. "You're welcome."

As we drove, the rain drummed against the windshield, and I wondered who this enigmatic stranger was.

As the car glided through the rain-soaked streets, the stranger's gaze shifted from the road to me.

"Why are you working so late?" he asked, his deep voice gentle.

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Just catching up on some designs," I replied, trying to sound casual.

"Designs?" His interest piqued.

"I'm a fashion designer," I explained. "I own a boutique shop."

His eyes sparkled. "That's impressive. What inspired you to pursue fashion?"

His genuine curiosity put me at ease. "I've always loved creating something beautiful," I said. "Fashion allows me to express myself, make people feel confident and stylish."

The stranger nodded thoughtfully. "You have a passion for it. That's rare."

We drove in comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke again.

"What's your name?"

"Jane," I replied.

"I'm ," he said, his smile reaching his eyes.

As we exchanged pleasantries, I noticed the elegance of his features – chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and raven-black hair.

Miles questions continued, each one thoughtful and insightful. "What's your favorite part about running a boutique?" Do you design for specific clients or collections?"

His interest in my work surprised me. Most people asked superficial questions; Miles genuinely listened.

As the rain intensified, our conversation flowed effortlessly. I found myself sharing stories, laughter, and dreams with this stranger.

Before I realized it, we arrived at the bus station.

Alexander turned to me. "Would you like me to drop you home instead? The rain is getting worse."

I hesitated, unsure if I should trust this charming stranger.

But something about Miles warm smile put me at ease.

"Thank you," I said. "That would be great but I can go from here. Thanks a lot." I walked out of his car and went to the bus station.

****

MILES'S POV:

We stopped near the bus station, and she turned to me once more. "Thanks a lot, sir. I'll be forever grateful."

She stepped out of my car, waved, and walked away into the rain.

"Wait here," I instructed my driver, directing him to park under a nearby tree, hidden from view.

She sat alone on a bench, checking her watch. When she stood up, she glanced at the bus schedule, then slammed her hand against the board in frustration.

Undeterred by the rain, she began dancing down the road. Her carefree moves made me smile.

"Let's go," I told my driver.

We drove away, leaving her behind.

Upon arriving at my apartment, I stepped out of the car and entered my home.

"So, you're finally home?" a voice laced with malice greeted me.

I turned to face my mother, the one person I despised more than anyone.

"What a pleasant surprise, Mother," I said dryly. "You ran away again."

She approached me, slapping me hard across the face.

"This is an insult!" she spat. "Have you forgotten how to address your mother?"

Rubbing my cheek, I smiled wryly. "I wasn't expecting you, Mother."

She nodded. "I came to check on you. Mommy loves and cares about you so much."

I nodded in agreement, She is right, she loves me and love hurts, though her words rang hollow.

In the dining room, she mentioned, "Your father sent documents for you to sign. All you need to do is partner with the next growing company."

Following her, I asked, "But we're already working on a project. Can't continue both simultaneously; it'll be a loss."

She settled into her chair. "Your father knows best. He handled multiple projects at once."

Sitting across from her, I countered, "I'm still learning, still new to this field."

Her pitying gaze stung. "You're always going to be a shame to us. You're 27, and still new? Your father handed you the business at 25."

I looked away, her words biting.

"I'm going to freshen up," I said, standing. "You can eat alone."

Upstairs, I shed my tie and shirt, collapsing onto my bed. Exhaustion consumed me.

When I woke, I was still in my dress pants, having fallen asleep where I lay.

Relieved to find my mother gone, I went to take a bath and get ready for the office.

After breakfast, I left my apartment and headed to work.

Upon arriving, my assistant informed me, "You have someone waiting."

"Send them in after two minutes," I instructed.

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