Desired by All and He Threw Away 75

Chapter 75 

Taylor POV 

The city hums faintly beyond the glass walls but inside the penthouse there is only the whisper of air and the restless thud of my own heartbeat. 

i lie awake in the vast emptiness staring at the ceiling as his voice keeps loops in my head each word replaying with cruel precision. 

“shes the best thing thats ever happened to me.” 

he had said it so softly that the warmth in his tone threading through me like silk that is too gentle too real to be part of the game. 

i try to lose myself in work.the glow of my laptop washes over my skin blue and cold as i scroll through notes that no longer seem to make sense.my fingers hover above the keys unmoving. 

all i see is him his firm hand at my waist the quiet press of his breath near my ear the curve of that half smile that never fails to undo me. 

the room feels smaller with every breath.i shove the laptop aside the clatter slicing through the silence.my pulse starts to races sharp and erratic and i press my palms to my face as if i can smother the ache clawing its way up my chest. 

this was supposed to be pretend.controlled. Strategic. 

but the act has seeped under my skin. 

i can still feel his touch ghost like and so maddening the memory of his scent is something clean and dark like rain on warm pavement that lingering in the air. 

frustration burns in my throat hot and sour and i tell myself this isnt real.that it cant be. 

yet when i close my eyes and im right back there his soft lips on mine on the night we went the movie with his firm hands gripping my waist.and in the stillness of the night the lie between us feels paper thin fragile enough to tear with a single breath. 

my thoughts drift to places they should not the lines between memory and fantasy blurring until i can no longer distinguish one from the other.the desire for him simmers beneath the surface threatening to consume me. 

I want him.not as his massage therapist not as the stand in who plays the perfect girlfriend when cameras are watching but as the person who knows how he tastes when the world isnt looking. 

the thought is intoxicating and terrifying all at once like standing at the edge of something vast and knowing that if i take one more step i will never find my way back. 

i should know better than to think like this.i had promised myself that i would not get too invested fearing that it would only make things harder when our contract comes to an end. 

but somewhere along the way pretending stopped feeling like pretending. 

the truth is im falling for Aiden. Hard.and now lying here in the darkness im forced to confront the reality of my feelings. 

I know wave of guilt will washes over me after what I’m about to do next. unable to resist the pull any longer i let my hand wander beneath the sheets tracing a path down my body. 

the memory of his face his touch fuels my desire as i give in to the overwhelming need for release. 

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the air conditioner hums softly as moonlight pools across the Egyptian cotton sheets.i roll onto my stomach pressing my heated cheek against the cool pillowcase but nothing cases the restless hunger coiled in my belly. 

my fingertips trail absently along my collarbone remembering the weight of his palm there when he had grip my waist.that calculated touch had sent liquid fire straight to my core my nipples tightening painfully beneath the silk of my oversized shirt. 

even now the ghost of that contact makes me squirm against the mattress. 

The first touch is tentative.just the pad of my middle finger tracing circles over the damp lace between my thighs.i bite my lip hard enough to taste copper as the fabric drags against swollen flesh. 

His name is a whispered curse when I finally slip beneath the waistband–Christ, I’m already so wet the sound is obscene. 

“I imagine it’s his clever fingers, not mine–the long as pianist’s digits that could wrap around a football with just one hand.” The fantasy sharpens as I find my clit, already throbbing. 

Two fingers plunge inside without warning and I arch off the bed with a choked cry, my inner muscles fluttering around nothing. 

The pace is punishing from the start. My free hand fists in the sheets as I fuck myself with his rhythm, the one I’d memorized watching him conduct business meetings— slow, deliberate strokes that suddenly turn ruthless and like the force he use to kick the football when least expected. 

Sweat gathers between my breasts as I add a third finger, the stretch bordering on painful but God, it’s not enough. “Fuck. Aiden-” The admission shatters something inside me.my hips snap upward chasing the pressure building like a storm surge in my abdomen.the orgasm hits violently white hot pleasure radiating outward until my vision blurs. 

i barely recognize the broken sob that tears from my throat as my body convulses around my fingers., 

when the last tremor fades im left trembling staring at the ceiling with the bitter understanding that no amount of physical release can fill the hollow ache beneath my ribs. 

the sheets are ruined the scent of my arousal thick in the air but all i can think is how his touch would have lingered afterward his rough palms skating possessively over oversensitive skin that infuriating smirk pressed against my pulse point. 

i drag the back of my hand across damp eyes. 

i lie there, panting and spent the weight of what i have done sinking in.it is not just a physical release its an emotional surrender.i have given in to my desires allowing myself to fully acknowledge the depth of my feelings for Aiden. 

but as the rush of pleasure fades a new sense of unease settles over me. What happens now?how am i supposed to navigate these treacherous waters when all of this is just a contract? When it’s all built on convenience and image? 

i press a hand to my chest trying to steady my racing heart.this isnt supposed to feel real.none of it is.and yet here i am caught in the tangled web of emotions that i never intended to get ensnared in. 

i know that once our contract ends everything will go back to the way it was. but will i ever be able to go back to who i was? will i be able to recover from this heartache that i can already feel looming on the horizon? 

these are questions i cant answer in the darkness of the night.all i can do is lie here the weight of my conflicting emotions pressing down on me as i wait for the first rays of dawn to chase away the shadows and bring clarity to this tangled mess of a situation. 

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because one thing is certain: no matter how hard i try to fight it no matter how much i tell myself its all just an illusion im falling for Aiden. 

and im not sure i will ever be able to recover from the fall.this is the problem with playing with fire.eventually you forget the difference between burning and being consumed 

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