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LATE NIGHT WITH A GHOST.

Chapter 4 GHOST 4

Word Count: 878    |    Released on: 31/07/2026

all her questions written all over her face. She bent over to where I was. Droppi

ith last night than the fact that we actually had sex. I dragged my

last night? Tess asked. "Or did somethin

know the answer to that question

ing that happened yesterday after you learnt that

found out that Mark had eloped. I told her how I got out from the bar when it was late and saw mark at the entrance,he

d me into this elegant l

e we both know that Mark could never

ause now I'm very positive that i

. With eyes so wide, like it

h Kai. His name... I t

ink this was funny? I was a bit offended thou

a serious look on her face. "Wai

und trying to get myself off th

cene was blurry. So how are you so sure i

emory if it wasn't him. And the tattoo.

I'm talking about?" I ask

nd besides, we met him sometime ago at the oper

remember what wa

? W

. "You must be suffering

him, I didn't even remember the ope

nding up. "It's just a one night s

if remembering something. She turned to me. "After breakfast, you

appeared int

just a one night stand. But I think it might be hard to let go because that was the best sex exper

wearing off boys, now I'

ent five years on Mark instead of my future.

d to eat breakfast and rest. Maybe thi

te in the sink, she's probably in her room now. I took my food on the counter

ewhat covered almost the whole room. The

ast night. Why would another guy take advantage of someone that is drunk and emotionally unstable

t he pleased me in every way possible and the attention he gave me. Y

before?Who is he? Is he reall

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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."”