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Sadie’s heart raced as she nervously played with the edge of the ruby necklace in her hands, hoping her words would not make the situation worse. Micah’s cold gaze pierced her, his silence stretching between them like a taut wire, threatening to snap at any moment.
She had been carefully calculating every word, but the moment she mentioned the male escort, she could tell she had taken it too far. Micah’s reaction was immediate—his eyes flashing with something close to anger, though he didn’t speak right away.
For a brief moment, Sadie wondered if she had just sealed her fate. Micah wasn’t someone who tolerated mistakes or personal histories easily, and here she was, revealing her past flaws in front of him, hoping to push him away before things escalated. But as he finally spoke, his words sent a ripple of uncertainty through her.
“That’s in the past. Just don’t do it again,” Micah said, his tone sharper now, the patience in his voice worn thin. “Any other questions?”
Sadie swallowed, her mind racing as she processed his words. His calm, almost detached demeanor only made her more nervous. She had expected something more—anger, rejection, or even worse—but instead, it was as though he had moved past it without a second thought. But then again, this was Micah. He was the kind of man who could suppress any emotion and turn it into control. He didn’t need to show his fury if he didn’t want to.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. This was exactly what she had feared—the unpredictability, the way Micah could change on a dime. He had let her talk, allowed her to reveal enough of her past for him to gauge whether she was worth keeping around. But the question lingered—did he really not care about her history, or was he simply waiting for the right moment to expose it, to use it against her?
“I understand,” Sadie finally said, her voice soft but firm. “Thank you for… not judging me.”
Micah leaned back again, his piercing gaze never leaving her. “I’m not judging you, Sadie,” he replied, his voice laced with an edge. “I’m giving you the opportunity to prove that your past doesn’t define you. But don’t think for a second that you’re not being watched.”
The weight of his words hung in the air, and Sadie couldn’t help but feel a chill settle over her. He wasn’t offering her kindness—he was offering her a test. And she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to pass or fail it. Would he ever truly see her for who she was, beyond her past, beyond the mistakes she had made? Or would he always see her as someone to control, someone who had to prove herself time and time again?
Sadie turned the ruby necklace in her hands, feeling the weight of it more than ever before. Would she accept his terms? Would she play his game? Or would she finally draw the line?
