Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569: Repeats

It wasn’t a kiss of passion or lust—it was a fucking worship, a soft, reverent press of her mouth against mine that tasted like salt from her tears and the ghost of that expensive wine, like a benediction, a sealing of some sacred pact she was making with herself more than with me.

Her hands framed my face, fingers tangling in my hair not to pull me closer but just to hold on, to anchor herself to this moment of absolution like she was drowning and I was the lifeline.

This wasn’t about taking; it was about giving. She was giving me everything she had left, emptying herself out onto the floor of this office she couldn’t actually afford, and Jesus Christ, I could feel it—the weight of it, the cost of it.

My hands moved from her knees to her waist, fingers splaying across her back, pulling her infinitesimally closer—not to escalate, but to deepen, to offer my own unspoken acceptance, this quiet yeah, okay, I see you that seemed to matter more than any words I could’ve said.

The kiss deepened, this slow, tender exploration that was somehow more intimate than any frantic fucking we’d ever done. It was a conversation without words: I forgive you, thank you, I see you, please don’t leave.

Her breath hitched, this soft helpless sound against my lips, and I felt it echo in my own chest like a goddamn tuning fork.

This was the love-making she needed, the washing away of every shred of doubt. It wasn’t about bodies; it was about two weary souls finally finding their way home in the quiet hum of a server room built for a future we’d now share.

When we finally parted, she rested her forehead against mine again, eyes closed, a single blissful sigh escaping. Her body was relaxed against mine, all the tension gone, replaced by this soft, pliant warmth.

We stayed like that for a long time, silent and tangled in the heart of the digital temple she’d built.

Then I gently pulled back, helped her to her feet, led her not to the door but to this small plush sofa she’d clearly put in a corner for late-night crashes. We sat down and she immediately curled into my side, head on my shoulder, hand finding mine and lacing our fingers together.

We didn’t speak. Just watched the city lights pulse beyond the glass, that profound silence between us more communicative than any conversation.

Eventually, I broke it.

"Kayla," I said, voice soft but clear.

"Hmm?" she murmured, sleepy and content.

"I accept it," I continued, tone getting more serious, more deliberate. "But when it comes to us... to anything else... I can’t rush that. We can’t just pick up where we left off, because where we left off was a fucking mistake."

Her expression didn’t fall, it just... softened. She understood. She got it.

"I need to see what this is," I said, gesturing vaguely to the space but meaning so much more. I meant us. The partnership. The trust. "You’ve built the foundation, but we need to see what this office has to offer for our growth, first. As partners. We need to build the business. We need to learn to trust each other again, in this new way, before we can even think about anything more."

I squeezed her hand. "So for now, let’s just be partners. Let’s build this company. Let’s see where this goes. No pressure. No expectations beyond that. Can you do that?"

She looked at me for a long moment, that slow understanding smile spreading across her face. The smile of the old Kayla—the smart, strategic one—but warmer now, lit from within.

"Yeah," she said, voice clear and sure. "I can do that. Partners."

She leaned up and pressed one last soft kiss to my cheek. Then settled back against my shoulder, more content than I’d ever fucking seen her.

Out the window, the city was still awake, but inside our little corner of the world, for the first time, there was peace. We didn’t have all the answers, but we had a starting point. And a very expensive office to figure it out in.

Kayla was curled into my side, her head this warm heavy weight on my shoulder, breathing soft and even in the quiet hum of the office. The kiss lingered on my lips—not the physical sensation, but its meaning. An apology. A promise. A surrender.

Looking out at the sprawling galaxy of LA lights, my mind wasn’t on the city. It was on her. On us.

Maybe I was just a sucker for women who finally, after all the defenses and thorns, bared their hearts and souls to me. There was this undeniable power in being chosen as the one to witness that raw, unvarnished truth, and my ego wasn’t immune—let’s be real, my ego ate that shit up.

Or maybe—and this felt most likely—I was still that 16-year-old boy buried somewhere inside this new god-like shell, a boy who still had a soft spot for Kayla. The girl who was brilliant and ambitious and broken in ways only I’d ever really seen.

Any way you sliced it, I’d completely let go of the past. It was surprisingly easy, really, because I don’t think I ever truly hated her. Resented, yes. Felt used, absolutely. But the foundation of our old dynamic, that quiet friendship beneath the academic rivalry, had always been there. It just got buried under all the bullshit.

So when I kissed her back, it wasn’t because I was suddenly, madly in love. It wasn’t some grand romantic reunion. It was because I was willing to let myself love her. Willing to see where the path led. And for now, that path was paved with business contracts and server racks. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

This sleek, expensive office? It truly had no use for me financially. I had billions. Look past the balance sheet, though, and see the 18-year-old girl who’d gotten her hands on millions and, instead of flexing, instead of burying herself in luxury condos and supercars, had chosen to create.

She was giving me half her future. Half of everything this studio would become. Not just an apology; an act of faith in a boy she’d left behind.

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