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Her hands moved slow, familiar.

“You don’t have to pretend with me. I won’t tell anyone we were together,” she whispered.

I exhaled slowly.

She lowered herself in front of me and undid my pants, eyes locked on mine like she was making a decision for both of us.

I didn’t stop her.

Because kings got tired too.

Because sometimes moments like this felt easier than thinking.

The room blurred into low music and breathing, my hands gripping her ponytail while my mind drifted somewhere far away, while she deep throated me.

France.

Contracts.

Azaria’s face when she fainted from dehydration.

A future that felt heavier than this moment.

I let myself cum all down her throat. She stood back up, wiping her lip with a satisfied smirk.

“Can we finish this later?” she asked.

I adjusted my pants, calm as ever.

“I don’t think so. You just stay out of Bianca’s way.”

She smiled like she won something.

Maybe she thought she did.

“I will.”

A knock hit the studio door.

Darius stepped in. “Sir, legal just sent a message.”

I walked out of the room to speak to him in the hallway.

“It’s a rumor going around. Bianca is suing you. An email leaked. She added Lyric… and her.” He nodded toward Leona.

I looked at Leona through the glass. “Yeah, I heard.”

Something in my chest tightened.

If Bianca was moving, somebody was pushing her.

And if somebody was pushing her, then this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

This used to feel easy.

Now everything felt like a setup.