Warning
This chapter contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed to the next chapter if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18+.
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Zamian leaned in, his gaze locking onto Mira as he whispered, "You're one damn seductress, my love." His voice was thick with a mix of desire and admiration. He couldn't believe how effortlessly Mira had managed to captivate him without even trying. It was as if she held the power to unravel him with just a glance, a gesture, a single touch.
As he spoke, his hands began to unbutton his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. Fortunately, he was dressed in a more casual outfit, a stark contrast to the formal attire he'd worn earlier for his supposed meeting. He smirked at the thought—how had Mira not realized this? Of course, he hadn't exactly planned on being in a business setting when all he wanted was to be with her.
