GoodReadChapter 89: Kellan's face remained as neutral as a clear sky, but the subtle tension in his fingers betrayed the
storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.
He hadn't expected Allison's response to be even more flippant than his own.
Without the slightest hint of embarrassment or discomfort, he commented nonchalantly: It doesn't count.
That night Let's just say that your performance didn't exactly impress me.
Her gaze darkened, the memory of the measly tip left on the nightstand passing through her mind like a bitter
aftertaste.
Allison's head rose slowly, her eyes crossing and At that moment, a spark ignited between them, so intense that
it seemed as if the air was charged with an invisible lightning bolt.
Kellan's pulse quickened and his voice lowered.
You letmake it up to you.
His words dripped with defiance.
His response was disdainful, mixed with amusement.
No, thanks.
Missed opportunities don't knock twice.
If you screw up once, you're done for.
| don't give second chances.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chand they both entered.
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For a moment, silence filled the space, heavy with unspoken words.
Just as the doors began to close, Kellan suddenly stood up.
the wheelchair and, at the smoment, Allison grabbed him by the tie, pulling him forward with surprising
force.
Their eyes met again and, in that fiery exchange, neither of them needed to speak to know exactly.
what both They craved.
Nice tie, Mr.
Lloyd, Allison mocked, her voice light but full of mischief.
Your eyes are prettier, Miss Clarke, he replied softly, sliding his hand behind her neck as she grabbed his tie.
Their gazes intertwined and, in that fraction of a second, it was as if their souls were exposed, raw and
vulnerable.
Kellan heard his heartbeat echoing in his chest, the intensity of the moment hitting him like a tidal wave.
In a synchronized movement, they leaned toward him and their lips collided with the force of lightning.
The kiss was searing, fierce, unapologetic.
Unlike their previous chaotic encounter, this one was deliberate, a silent challenge woven into every touch.
Neither of them was willing to give in.
They were fighting for control, their combined tension sparking like two swords locked in combat.
Allison's grip on his tie tightened, almost taking his breath away, while Kellan's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling
her closer as if he intended to melt their fingers together.
beings in one.
A low, tense whistle escaped between them, neither willing to give in.
The connection between them crackled like a thunderstorm, a chess gin which one wrong move could mean
total surrender.
Yet the thrill of battle held them still.
This battle of wills, this intoxicating rivalry, rumbled through their veins, resonating with something primal and
deep.
As the elevator descended rapidly, it reached the underground parking lot, bringing a cool rush of air.
impregnated with the faint aroma of gardenias.
The doors opened with a soft jingle.
As quickly as they had ctogether, they parted, as if the searing exchange had been nothing more than a
fleeting illusion.
Allison headed toward her car, casually turning the keys between her hands.
fingers as if nothing had happened.
Goodbye, Mr.
Lloyd, she said over her shoulder, her tone calm and disinterested.
Without a second glance, she walked away, leaving him standing in her wake.
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The way she walked away, so easily, reminded Kellan of someone who gets dressed and leaves after the act:
cold and distant, as if the moment had never had any real meaning.
It wasn't until the car disappeared into The distance Kellan noticed the fire that still ran through his veins, a slow
burn that had taken over his entire body.
Goodbye, Miss Clarke, he murmured softly, more to himself than to the empty air.
Women had never been more than a distant afterthought to him, much less something as intimate as a kiss.
But this kiss had been different from the one they had shared before.
If their previous encounter had been pure instinct, a surrender to baser desires, this one carried the weight of
every latent emotion and every unspoken power play between them.
Kellan couldn't begin to untangle the web of Allison's mind.
It was like the calm surface of the ocean, hiding a swirl of dangerous currents beneath.
Whether it was lust or intellect, Allison always seemed to have the upper hand, as if she were playing a game
that only she understood.
Reflecting on it, Kellan let out a quiet, bitter laugh.
She's playingfor a fool.
She had kissed him and then walked away without a second thought, leaving him in the aftermath.
No matter how long he thought, he couldn't unravel the enigma that was Allison.
The faint scent of gardenias still lingered in the fresh air, floating in the parking lot like a ghostly reminder of
their intense moment of intimacy.
As the floral scent caressed his senses , Kellan couldn't help but think about the meaning of the flower: eternal
love and promises.
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