Chapter 102

Life moved on. I busied myself with classes and practice. Then Thursday came. As usual, I found myself at Garcia's penthouse, where the world felt far away and the rules no longer applied. I stepped inside, putting on the mask. My heart thumped with conflicted thoughts. Though I had decided not to reveal my real identity, I couldn't stop feeling guilty. At the sound of the door closing, I flinched a bit. The tension that had been building in my chest all week began to unravel the moment I saw him standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. He turned slowly, his expression calm and collected. "Come here, my little puppy." Those words rolled off his tongue like a command wrapped in silk. I lowered my eyes, already feeling my pulse quicken. "Sir." I walked toward him with my head bowed. I stood in front of him, waiting for his order. But tonight, something felt different. He didn't bark orders. He didn't rush. Instead, he circled me with quiet purpose and reached for my chin, lifting it gent