GoodReadThe implication of his words dawned on Quinn with swift clarity. He was insinuating that she was shameless,
flirting with men with just a fleeting glance.
A wave of frustration washed over her. She had no desire to be embroiled in his twisted perceptions any longer.
As she attempted to rise, he seized her collar, forcing her back to her knees. "I allow it," he declared, his voice
echoing in the room. Quinn pursed her lips, turning her head away in a futile attempt to distance herself from
this unreasonable man.
They were no longer bound by marriage, yet he still held an unnerving control over her. Just as she was
processing his words, the office door swung open abruptly.
The sudden intrusion startled Quinn, sending her scurrying back under the desk. Getty strutted in, her high heels
clicking against the floor, a handbag swinging from her arm.
"Alexander," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness as she made a beeline for him. Her perfume, strong
and intoxicating, filled the room before she even reached his side.
Quinn, huddled under the desk, pressed herself into a corner, desperate to remain unseen by Getty. Memories of
past humiliations at the hands of Alexander in front of Getty flooded her mind. Now that they were divorced, she
feared what new embarrassments awaited her.
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She was determined not to subject herself to further discomfort. As Getty neared Alexander, she draped her
arms around his neck and perched herself sideways on his lap.
He didn't resist her advances, his eyebrows arching slightly as he deftly held her by the waist. "Why are you
here?" he asked, his voice betraying no surprise. "lI cto wait for you to finish work. Will you cto my
place tonight?" Getty giggled, her words hanging in the air. "Yes," he replied, his tone nonchalant. "I'll wait for
you after work; we can go watch a movie. I've already bought the tickets." She produced two tickets from her
bag and handed them to him. He glanced at them, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Alright, you wait over there;
I'll finish my work first."Quinn's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to their exchange from her hiding
place. Was he doing this deliberately? Keeping Getty close, ensuring Quinn remained trapped under the desk for
the entire afternoon? "Okay," Getty agreed, hugging him briefly before retreating to a nearby sofa.
Under the desk, Quinn hugged her knees to her chest, her body curled up in the confined space. Alexander
continued to work, seemingly oblivious to her presence. She found herself staring at his legs, her body growing
uncomfortably warm in the stuffy corner.
The office was air-conditioned, but her thick clothing and the confined space made her feel feverish. Sweat
trickled down her forehead, soaking her clothes.
Her breathing grew labored as the heat becunbearable. Unable to endure any longer, she reached out to
tug at his pant leg. He ignored her.
Quinn bit her lip, gathering the courage to emerge from her hiding place. She looked up at him, pleading with
her eyes for him to let her leave. Alexander glanced down at her, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek, as
one might pet a dog. He tilted his head, indicating with a look that she was free to leave whenever she wished.
Quinn bit her lip, her mind racing. How would Getty react to seeing her crawl out from under the desk? Would
Alexander be angry or annoyed to discover she had been hiding there all this time? She was alone in this
predicament; no one would cto her aid.
Alexander tugged at her collar,
guiding her forward, offering her
another choice. Quinn epee
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malicious look he gave her. But she
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not to comprehend his intentions.
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