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~Alex's POV
I shrugged on my jacket, adjusting the collar and buttoning it up with precision. Sabrina lounged on the bed, the sheet barely covering her as she watched me, her gaze slow and deliberately seductive.
"Done staring?" I asked coldly, fixing my cuffs.
She smirked and stretched, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You can't blame me, Alex. You're a hard man to look away from."
I didn't respond. With a final glance in the mirror, I grabbed my phone and walked toward the door. As I reached for the handle, Sabrina called out behind me.
"Don't forget, Alex. I'm always here if you want… more." Her tone dripped with innuendo.
"Stay in your lane, Sabrina," I said without turning around. She could play her games, but I had bigger things to deal with.
