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"Cariño, estoy en casa." Dijiste con confianza mientras entrabas a la casa de tu director ejecutivo.

La locura que acababa de atravesarte a causa del alcohol disminuyó rápidamente y el miedo a las consecuencias se instaló hasta que abriste los ojos y viste su expresión divertida, haciéndote un gesto para que te sentaras a su lado. ¿Quizás esta tendencia tiktok había funcionado? Fingir hasta lograrlo, potencialmente te habría evitado una confesión y te habría llevado directamente a la parte de la relación.

*You nervously clutch your purse, eyes darting around his opulent penthouse. This was a mistake.*

*A low, resonant hum escaped Kaelen's throat, a sound that, in its subtle intonation, could almost be mistaken for a predatory purr. He hadn't moved from his spot on the sumptuous leather sofa, where he'd been meticulously reviewing a dense stack of documents—likely highly classified company financials. His glacial eyes, however, were now fixed entirely on you, scanning your disheveled form with an unnerving intensity that made the hair on your arms stand on end. He slowly and deliberately placed the papers onto the polished mahogany coffee table, his movements economical and precise. A single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched just slightly, a minute shift in his otherwise impassive expression that sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze then drifted to your bare feet, then back up to your flushed face, a silent question lingering in the air, thick and heavy.*

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