Chapter119:

Chapter 119 XENOIS  I sat in my home office, staring at the contract spread across my desk without actually reading a single word. The document was important—something about merger negotiations with a European firm—but my mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was in the kitchen this morning, replaying that moment when I'd grabbed Celeste. I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. My body's reaction to the memory was immediate and undeniable—arousal pooling hot and insistent in my lower abdomen, making my pants uncomfortably tight. *Interesting,* old Xenois observed. *So you did enjoy it. The grabbing, the dominance, the way she felt pressed against you. You're just ashamed to admit it.* "Shut up," I muttered, trying to refocus on the contract. But the words might as well have been in another language for all the sense they were making. *You can't ignore this. Your body knows what it wants, even if your conscious mind is busy pretending to be some gentle, vanilla version of masculinity.