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LATE NIGHT WITH A GHOST.

Chapter 3 GHOST 3

Word Count: 1111    |    Released on: 29/07/2026

onger than usual. The image of the dr

wasn't enough to even tell me who the f**k the man was. But somehow... It was the only th

walked. Why did the camera have to stop

the apartment building

couch the moment she saw me. She had been waiting. "There you a

a moment. Then I s

don't

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do you

the sofa before dro

ered I came

emembered warning m

appened af

the problem.He doesn't know.

a fr

the securi

brightened. "But..." I sighed, l

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blin

re ki

sh I

a limousine pulling up. The exact limo as I remember." Tessa looked at me expectantly. Not

appointed sigh. "

d my temples. "It felt like someone was da

n took

over and sa

nudged my

ring you. But maybe..." She hesitated. "...maybe

a wea

... mark really out did me... I" I suddenl

while smiling. Which earned a confused look from

nny?" I reall

suffered a fire catastrophe last time th

because clearly we're both currently jobless,

on her face, which was bec

d that all staffs should move to the other branch in LA... and there's also job

. "Really? That's... that's

ou'll come with me to

at I can afford plane tickets right now and I

go, I can work here in California... be

ff, "Come on Aven, what are friend

from you and besides, I

im. And besides..." She trailed off, grabbing her handbag that was at the corner, bring something out and wiggling it in the

est friend like her. We've been friends since high school. We're both 25. Same height but I am a little tal

ing off guys for the rest of my life, they're scumbags entitled to r

nd Tess is not done with breakfast,if I sl

yes. It was a man in the television,a young

ced something beneath the collar. A black tattoo. Only part of it was visibl

head. I gasped, clutching both sides of

ses. My own breathless moans. Eve

for the press regarding-" The repor

breathing hit

rst into my mind. A man's voice over

"Mr. Kai... where are you?" The voices grew louder and

lapsing onto the floor

living room. The television suddenly went silent. She had switched

stood there with the remote still in her hand, staring a

. breathin

hell happened

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“"Your coffee Sir." I placed the cup on his desk. He looked at the coffee. Then he looked at me. There was something different about his expression. The faintest hint of amusement. A chill ran down my spine. "...What?" Without a word, he slowly rotated his laptop toward me. "Interesting." My eyes fell on the screen. Security footage. The pantry. My smile vanished. There I was... Leaning over his coffee. Spitting into it. Every drop of color drained from my face. F**k. "I-I can explain..." "Can you?" His voice was terrifyingly calm. He rose from his chair with deliberate slowness. Every step echoed through the office. Instinctively, I backed away. One step. Then another. Until my back hit the wall. He stopped directly in front of me. Close enough for me to catch the clean, masculine scent of his cologne. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Miss Hayes..." The corner of his lips curved into the faintest smile. "If you were that desperate for me to taste your saliva..." He leaned in just enough to steal the air from my lungs. "...You only had to ask."”