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The way he appeared, the way he watched me, it was all too intense, too calculated.

But I couldn't stop myself.

Something about him pulled at me, like a force I couldn't resist.

Even now, dressed in a simple black dress, ready to leave, my heart raced—not entirely from fear, but from something else.

Curiosity?

Desire?

I hated that I felt this way, but I couldn't deny it anymore.

With one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my purse, my fingers brushing against the card as I left the room.

I was going.

I had to see him.

I had to understand why this stranger had such a grip on me.

The address led me to a building I didn't recognize, hidden away in a quiet part of the city. 

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