The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 333

The next morning.

Sunlight broke through the heavy blackout curtains after the rain, casting bright patches of light across the hardwood floor.

Nora woke from a deep slumber, struggling to open her heavy, stinging eyes.

Her brain was still swimming in the chemical hangover, leaving her head throbbing. The deep aches echoing through every part of her body served as a vivid reminder of everything that had transpired the night before.

Fragmented, chaotic memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

The dim, suffocating private room at the elite club, Winston Walsh's greasy, lecherous face, and the nauseating stench of alcohol.

Then, the flashes shifted to the Maybach tearing through the rainy night, the crisp scent of cedar radiating from Gideon that had chased away the heat, and the completely out-of-control entanglement on this massive, soft bed.

Nora's breath hitched.

The man was completely bare-chested, his broad, muscular back facing her.

He was holding a thick stack of documents, clearly the detailed investigation report his subordinates had rushed to compile overnight regarding the disastrous business dinner.

His head was bowed as he focused intently on the pages.

Nora's gaze landed on his back.

The terrifying, crisscrossing old scars from the factory collapse were still there, rough and menacing.

But etched across those faded pink marks were several fresh, narrow scratches, bright red and angry.

The scratches stood out starkly against the defined lines of his muscles, some even biting deep into the old scars. It wasn't hard to imagine how much force had been used, or how fierce the struggle and passion had been.

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