Axel gently lifted her chin, forcing her eyes back to his.
His heart tightened when he saw sadness and disappointment flash in her eyes.
Instantly, he could guess what she was thinking.
"Eve, there is no relationship between that woman and me. I never sleep with her," he said firmly, his tone calm yet carrying unmistakable intensity.
Evelyn searched his gaze. Looking for deception. Looking for hesitation. Looking for anything that might betray uncertainty.
But Axel’s eyes remained steady. Serious. Unwavering.
"I asked about that night," he continued quietly, "because something doesn’t make sense." Axel’s thumb brushed gently against her cheek, his voice dropping into something deeper, more unsettling.
Evelyn’s heart pounded. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused.
"Earlier, you said your body felt strange," Axel asked quietly.
The atmosphere between them subtly changed, as if the room itself leaned in to listen.
Evelyn’s breathing slowed. She nodded, fingers curling slightly against her skirt, and whispered, "Yes..."
Axel’s gaze darkened, not with anger but with memory.
"And I remember something unusual about that night, too," he admitted, his voice low, measured. "Just like you, I suddenly felt a headache. It hit me out of nowhere, sharp and relentless. That’s why I returned to my suite."
Evelyn’s eyes widened instantly.
"Someone drugged us?" she asked, surprise and disbelief colliding in her voice.
"I suppose so." Axel drew a shallow breath, his expression tightening slightly. "When I returned to my room, I felt... wrong."
He paused, searching for words that did not exist in polite language.
"My body was on fire. My thoughts were blurred, distorted. And when I saw a girl on my bed..."
His jaw flexed faintly.
"I couldn’t resist her as she threw herself into my arms."
Evelyn’s eyes widened even further, and her hand flew to cover her mouth.
Inside her mind, chaos erupted.
’It was me, right? Oh my god! How could this happen to us?’ She screamed in her mind.
She couldn’t say anything; she remained frozen, heart pounding, waiting for him to finish.
A sour smile appeared on Axel’s face, mixed with irony and something much more exposed.
"Even though my mind couldn’t function normally," he continued, "and even though the room was too dark for me to see you clearly..."
His voice softened.
"I felt that night was the best sex I’ve ever had."
The confession hung in the air like a spark.
"The feeling. The warmth. The way you responded to me." His eyes drifted briefly, lost in recollection. "Even your screams..."
Evelyn’s pulse thundered.
"All those memories tortured me afterward," Axel murmured. "Not because I regretted it... but because I couldn’t forget it."
Silence swallowed them whole.
Evelyn’s eyes slowly met his.
It was impossible to define the storm of emotions crashing inside her. Shock warred with embarrassment, confusion tangled with an undeniable warmth blooming beneath her ribs. Hearing Axel Knight, a man who rarely spoke of feelings without a strategic purpose, confess something so raw and so disarmingly honest left her momentarily defenseless.
She had expected tension.
Perhaps awkwardness.
Not this.
Not sincerity wrapped in vulnerability.

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