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Chapter 29 — But I Do
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2026-06-09 14:47:09
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One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 51 — After That Night
-POV DerbyMorning light was relentless, cutting through the gap in the curtains to hit Derby square in the face. She didn’t move. She just stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the silence in the room. This wasn't the first time she’d woken up in a space that wasn't hers, but it felt different. The air was heavier. Jordan was already up. He was standing by the window, shirt half-buttoned, watching the city wake up below. He didn’t turn around when she sat up, but she knew he heard the sheets rustle. They both knew the game had changed. Pretending this was just a mistake—just another night to forget—was no longer an option. "You're awake," he said. His voice was steady, lacking the usual polish he used in boardrooms. It was raw. Derby pulled the duvet tighter around herself, her fingers tracing the fabric. "I should go." Jordan turned then. He didn't rush toward her; he just leaned against the frame, his gaze uncomfortably sharp. He wasn't the man who had let her walk away
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 50 — The Line Is Gone
-POV Derby Derby stood by the window, her knuckles white as she gripped the fabric of her skirt, refusing to look at the man who had just dismantled the final remnants of her composure. Jordan hadn’t moved from the door. He didn't need to. His presence alone seemed to occupy every cubic inch of the space, pinning her in place. The casual, detached mask he usually wore was gone, replaced by something much more dangerous—a raw, unfiltered focus that made her skin prickle. "You're not answering," he repeated, his voice low and devoid of the polished veneer he saved for investors and the press. It was just the two of them, and for the first time, he sounded like a man who had finally run out of patience. Derby forced a swallow past the lump in her throat, her gaze still fixed on the horizon, not the man she’d spent the last few weeks trying to convince herself was a mistake. "Because there’s nothing left to say, Jordan. We crossed the line. Again. And we both know exactly what that ma
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 49 — He Doesn’t Let It Go
-POV Derby Silence in the room wasn't empty; it was heavy, pressing against Derby’s chest until every breath felt like a conscious effort. Jordan stood just a few feet away, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him, but the distance between them felt like a canyon. He hadn’t moved when she tried to pull away. His grip on her wrist remained firm—not bruising, but immovable. It was a silent assertion of his presence, a refusal to let her frame this as a fleeting moment that meant nothing. Derby kept her gaze fixed on the sharp line of his collarbone, refusing to meet his eyes. If she looked at him, she knew the resolve she had spent the last hour meticulously building would crumble. She felt the ghost of his touch where he held her, a sensory anchor that made it impossible to pretend she was anywhere else. "You're not answering," he said. His voice was low, stripped of any polite veneer, vibrating with a raw, demanding edge. "There’s nothing to answer, Jordan,"
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 48 — Almost Confession
-POV Derby Breathing was a luxury I couldn't quite afford as we broke apart. My forehead rested against his, both of us heaving in the quiet, climate-controlled air of the office. The storm outside had slowed to a rhythmic tapping against the glass, an indifferent backdrop to the wreckage we were making of the room—and each other. Jordan’s hands were still locked firmly onto my waist, his thumbs digging into the fabric of my blazer as if he were trying to memorize the exact shape of me. His eyes were dark, dilated, searching my face with a terrifyingly naked need that I hadn't expected to see on a man like him. "Derby," he murmured, his voice sounding raw, like he’d been shouting in a desert. I couldn't look away. My pulse was a frantic bird against the cage of my ribs. Everything I’d been holding back for the last few months—the late nights, the jealousy, the slow, agonizing realization that I was falling for a ghost of a man who belonged to someone else—it all felt like it was
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 47 - Don’t Look at Me Like That
-POV Derby Rain still hammered against the glass, but inside the suite, the air felt like it was ionizing, crackling with a static charge that made the hair on my arms stand up. Jordan hadn't moved his hands. They remained framed against my jaw, his palms warm and grounding, holding me in place while my heart hammered against my ribs like a caged bird. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping to that low, raspy register that bypassed my brain and went straight to my nerves. I kept my eyes fixed on his throat, on the pulse point that was beating in time with mine. "I can't." Jordan said "Why?" "Because if I look at you," I whispered, the words catching on a jagged breath, "I’ll forget why I’m supposed to be angry. I’ll forget that you’re someone else’s future. I’ll forget that this room is just a temporary shelter for a mistake." He shifted, his fingers sliding into my hair, tugging gently until I was forced to tilt my head back. His eyes were dark, devoid of the cold, prof
One Night, Wrong Man Chaoter 46 — You Still Came Back
-POV DerbyRain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the forty-second-floor suite, turning the city lights into a blurred, weeping mess of neon. Standing in the center of the dark room, I stared at the reflection of the office in the window. The space felt colder tonight, or maybe that was just the hollow ache that had settled in my chest since the media brief in the courtyard.My bags were packed. They were sitting by the service elevator in my apartment, a half-finished resignation letter waiting on my laptop. I had come here to give him the final audit logs—the last of the data, the last of the project, the last of the excuses."You’re late," Jordan said.He wasn't sitting at his desk. He was standing by the heavy mahogany door, his coat damp, his hair slightly messed up by the wind. He hadn't turned the main lights on, leaving us in the dim, amber glow of the emergency exit signs and the flickering city below."I don't need to be on time anymore," I replied, my voice stea
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 17 — Not Done.
-POV Derby The next morning, the other side of the bed was empty. Jordan had left sometime before dawn, leaving behind nothing except a cold side of the bed and too many thoughts I didn’t want to have before coffee. The worst part wasn’t what happened. It was how little of me regretted it. I
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 16 — Last Day.
-POV Derby I didn’t go to his place that night. I went home and checked the lock twice before I even took off my shoes. At 11:47, my phone lit up and my stomach dropped before I even looked at the screen. For a second I honestly thought about pretending I hadn’t seen it. I stared at the scr
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 14 — The Room
-POV Derby The Grand Horizon didn’t just look expensive; it looked exclusive. It was the kind of venue that didn't need a sign outside because if you belonged there, you already knew the address. Stepping out of the elevator into the main ballroom felt like breaking into a private fortress. The ai
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 9 — Back to Reality
-POV Derby Fluorescent lights are the ultimate antidote to a fantasy. By Monday morning, I was sitting at my cubicle on the twenty-fourth floor, staring at a spreadsheet that refused to balance. The air around me smelled like stale office carpet and cheap breakroom coffee—a brutal, unglamorous con
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