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    “Alex, don’t be sad,” Briley murmured, her voice full of tenderness.


    She enveloped his hand in hers, her gripforting.


    His gaze, clouded and uncertain in the low light, struggled to identify her.


    In his drunken state, he mistook her for Sadie.


    Was it really her?


    “Sadie?” Alex murmured.


    Suddenly, he gripped Briley’s hand with surprising force.


    A thrill of joy surged through Briley.


    He had fallen for it! It didn’t matter that he had mistaken her for another woman.


    She chose not to correct him. Instead, she leaned in, her body nearly touching his.


    “It’s me, Alex.”


    Engulfed in the fog of alcohol, Alex struggled to recognize the person before him.


    All he knew was that he saw Sadie—the woman who haunted his every thought, the one he deeply missed.


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    “Sadie, don’t leave me.”


    Alex’s voice, filled with a childlike fear of abandonment, made him cling to Briley.


    Briley initially tensed at his embrace but quicklyposed herself.


    A subtle, triumphant smile yed across her lips.


    She soothed Alex by gently patting his back.


    “I won’t, Alex. I won’t leave you.”


    Alex’s embrace tightened, his grip strong.


    He buried his face in the crook of Briley’s neck, breathing deeply, taking in her scent.


    Over and over, he whispered, “Don’t leave me, Sadie, don’t leave me.”


    Briley let him hold her, her smile growing more seductive,ced with excitement.


    For many women, being embraced by a man like Alex was a dream.


    Now, she had effortlessly made it a reality.


    Alex stayed in Briley’s arms for a long time.


    Eventually, the alcohol took full control.


    He drifted into a deep sleep, his breaths heavy and irregr.


    Briley felt his body rxpletely in her embrace, and she carefully helped him sit up.


    His weight was a challenge to manage.


    She managed to take Alex to a nearby hotel, and with effort, ced him onto a soft bed.


    He remained unresponsive.


    Briley took in thevish suite, noting every luxurious detail.


    Feeling satisfied, she retrieved her phone from her bag and captured several suggestive photos of Alex and herself on the bed.


    She chose her angles carefully and used the dim lighting to enhance the allure of the images.


    After securing the photos, she stowed her phone away, a yful smirk ying across her lips.


    These images would give her leverage.


    “Alex, you won’t escape me,” she murmured.


    Briley turned to leave the room.


    As she reached the door, a sudden movement from behind made her pause.


    Alex had awoken.


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