บททั้งหมดของ HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Robin's POV I stopped taking jobs from Golden Anchor Homes in the second week. It wasn't a conversation. I didn't call anyone to explain or make it official. I just stopped answering when the project coordinators reached out, stopped checking the work portal, let the emails stack up unread until they stopped coming. There were other contractors they could use. I was good but I wasn't irreplaceable, and the company wouldn't notice one person stepping back from the rotation. Christopher would notice eventually, maybe. Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he was buried deep enough in whatever he was doing now that my name on a site roster wouldn't even register. I told myself that was fine either way. I picked up work elsewhere. There was always work if you were willing to take it, smaller jobs, residential projects, the kind of thing that paid decent and kept my hands busy and didn't require me to walk onto a Golden Anchor site and risk turning a corner and seeing him standing there with a c

Christopher's POV I stopped sleeping properly sometime in the third month. Not all at once. It started gradually, the kind of thing you didn't notice until it had already been happening for a while and the cumulative weight of it started showing on your face. I'd lie down at a reasonable hour and my mind would start moving and wouldn't stop, replaying conversations and moments and decisions in a loop I couldn't break, and by the time I finally fell asleep it would be three or four in the morning and the alarm would go off at five and I'd drag myself to the gym running on nothing but the grim determination to keep the routine in place. Then it got worse. I'd lie down and just not sleep at all. Not for lack of trying. I'd turn the lights off and close my eyes and do all the things you were supposed to do, and hours would pass, the clock moving from eleven to twelve to one to two, and I'd be completely awake the entire time, staring at the ceiling or the wall or the city lights comin

Christopher's POVI called Victor's extension before I could talk myself out of it.He answered on the second ring, his voice bright and casual the way it always was, the professional friendliness of a colleague who had no idea what was coming.Victor, I said. My office. Now.There was a brief pause.Sure, he said. Give me two minutes.I hung up without responding.I sat at my desk and waited, feeling the cold settled anger that had been building since yesterday compress into something sharper and more focused. The pieces fit. The timeline matched. Victor had asked questions, casual persistent questions over months, and then Sophie had known, and the correlation was too clean to be coincidence.The knock came exactly two minutes later.Come in, I said.Victor entered with that same easy expression he always wore, relaxed, friendly, like a man who had been summoned by his boss for a routine matter. He closed the door behind him and stood in front of my desk.I gestured to the chair acr

Sophie's POV Christopher had left three days ago for a business trip to the northern development sites and said he'd be back the following week. The penthouse felt different empty. I'd spent the first two evenings trying to read and watch television and failing at both. The third evening I was lying in bed at eight staring at the ceiling when my phone buzzed. Tio's name on the screen. "What are you doing tonight?" "Nothing much. Home alone." "Have you thought about what I said? About us?" I stared at that for a long moment before responding. "Still thinking. Not certain yet." "Fair enough. Let me know when you are." I set the phone down and after twenty minutes of ceiling-staring I decided I couldn't spend another evening alone with my thoughts, so I called Katherine. She answered on the third ring, her voice bright and a little breathless like she'd been laughing about something. Sophie, darling, she said. What's wrong? Nothing's wrong, I said. I'm just bored. Christophe

Sophie's POVKatherine didn't look shocked. She didn't look embarrassed or pissed off or anything I would've expected from someone who just caught their houseguest standing in the hallway with her hand down her shorts, fingers slick from rubbing her own clit while watching them fuck.She just looked at me with that same calm, knowing smile she'd been wearing all night, like she'd known exactly how this was going to end and I'd finally shown up on cue.She said my name again, softer, almost gentle, and sat up slowly on the bed.James stayed where he was, still buried inside her, chest heaving, cock thick and shiny with her wetness, not bothering to cover up or pull out. He just turned his head and looked at me too, eyes dark, hungry, like he was already picturing what came next."You can come in," Katherine said, voice low and steady. "If you want to."I should've said no. Should've mumbled some apology, backed out, run back to the guest room, and spent the rest of the night dying insi