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Chapter_25
Sadie winced at the impact, her mind spinning as the car’s sudden swerve jolted her body. Her head throbbed, but she quickly recovered, rubbing the side of her skull, trying to keep herself together. “What the hell, Micah?” she demanded, her voice shaky but firm.
Micah didn’t answer immediately, his jaw clenched as he focused on the road. The silence in the car grew tense, thick with an air of unspoken frustration. Sadie, feeling the sting of both the headache and the sudden shift in atmosphere, couldn’t hold back the words that had been gnawing at her all evening.
“What’s going on with you?” she asked, her tone softer now. “I know you’re upset, but you don’t need to take it out on me.”
He kept his eyes on the road, the gleam of streetlights reflecting off the polished surface of the car as he accelerated further, the engine purring like a caged beast. Finally, his grip tightened on the steering wheel, and he spoke, his voice low and controlled.
“Don’t talk about him like that,” Micah said, his tone darker than before.
Sadie blinked, confused. “What do you mean? My boss?” she asked, her voice faltering. “What’s wrong with what I said?”
Micah’s gaze flickered toward her for a brief moment, then back to the road. The air between them thickened with something deeper—something Sadie wasn’t sure she wanted to confront.
“My past isn’t the same as yours,” Micah said, his voice colder now. “And what you said about him… you don’t know anything. Not everything is as simple as you think it is.”
Sadie’s heart raced. There was something about his words, something he wasn’t saying. It dawned on her that maybe Micah wasn’t just a part of this chaotic world of wealth, manipulation, and games. Maybe he had his own demons, his own scars, that tied him to this mess. She opened her mouth to ask more, but the car suddenly slowed, and Micah took another sharp turn, the tires screeching against the asphalt.
“Where are we going?” Sadie asked, her voice now tinged with both worry and curiosity. She wasn’t sure whether the question was about their destination or his sudden mood shift.
“We’re not done talking yet,” Micah replied cryptically, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the road ahead.
Sadie wasn’t sure how to respond, but the weight of the night—the chaotic mix of emotions, the fear of losing him, the tension between them—made her chest tighten. She had no idea what he was feeling or why he was acting this way, but it was clear that her words had struck a nerve.
She sighed, the exhaustion from her long, stressful day crashing over her like a tidal wave. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she said quietly, her voice almost pleading. “I just… I just don’t understand what’s going on with all of us. I’m trying to make sense of it.”
Micah finally eased up on the accelerator, and the car glided through the streets with a steady hum. The silence that fell between them was thick and heavy, but there was something else in the air—an understanding, or at least a momentary truce. Maybe they didn’t have all the answers yet, but for now, they were in this together.
As they pulled up to a small, inconspicuous building on the edge of the city, Micah turned off the engine and leaned back in his seat. “We’re here,” he said quietly, his voice no longer sharp, but calm. “We’ll talk inside.”
Sadie nodded, her heart still racing but a little steadier now. Whatever was going on with Micah, she was determined to get to the bottom of it. She wasn’t about to back down. She had to understand the man she was dealing with, the one who had gotten under her skin in ways she couldn’t explain.
As they stepped out of the car, she felt a strange mix of fear and anticipation. What would happen next? And how would everything unfold between them? The answers were unclear, but one thing was certain—she couldn’t turn back now.
