Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 66: Snatched and Addicted*

Chapter 66: Snatched and Addicted*

Justin took his time, letting the tension build in the room. The air felt thick, like it was holding its breath, and he could almost hear her pulse quicken. Yeah, he could practically taste her unease, but he wasn’t gonna let her off that easy.

This was his game. He wanted to see just how far she’d go.

She was still sticking to the act, playing the part she’d been handed. Cute little seduction routine, all the right moves. But Justin? Nah. He wasn’t interested in the script. He didn’t play by anyone else’s rules. Not today. Not ever.

She tilted her head, that smirk creeping back on her lips like she was about to drop something new. Maybe she thought she’d finally get a reaction from him.

Too bad. Justin stepped closer, eyes locked on hers, every inch of him practically screaming, "I’m in control here."

"You know," he said, voice low, smooth, cutting through the silence, "this whole ’follow the script’ thing you’re doing? It’s cute, but I’m not that easy to impress." His breath barely brushed her skin, just enough to make her shiver. But he didn’t even blink. Nope, he was calm. He was control.

"Honestly?" he continued, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You’re not even close to worth it."

Her eyes flashed, that fire coming back. She wasn’t having it. "What the hell do you mean?" she snapped, voice tight with irritation.

Justin just shook his head, a grin playing on his lips. "Come on. You thought I was gonna fall for some pre-rehearsed act and just roll with it? Nah, get real. I don’t do handouts, sweetheart. If you want to impress me? You gotta come at me on your own terms. Not your boss’s little game."

Her breath hitched, but it wasn’t enough to throw her completely. Justin could see the wheels turning in her head, scrambling to fix it. She wasn’t used to this. And that? That made it all the more fun for him.

He stepped back, letting her stew in it for a second. And just as he was about to walk out, he threw one last glance over his shoulder. "You wanna find me again? Find me when you’re not following some script. When you’re thinking for yourself, not just doing what you’re told."

His eyes met hers, a little smirk playing on his lips. "And, hey, if you can drop that whole corporate seduction act and come at me with some real heat? Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be interested."

With that, he turned on his heel, heading for the door. He didn’t need to stick around for her to get her act together. If she wanted to play? She’d have to bring something real. Something she thought up on her own. And Justin? He didn’t have time to waste on anything less.

*

Damn. What the fuck just happened?

She sat there, legs crossed, hands gripping the fabric of her dress like it was the only thing keeping her sane. Her mind was running a hundred miles per hour, but her body? Oh, her body had already decided. She was getting up. She was going after him.

This wasn’t normal. She didn’t chase. She had never chased a man in her entire goddamn life. She didn’t need to. They came to her. They begged, they groveled, they fought for a chance to be in her bed, and when she was done, they left. Simple. Clean. No strings.

But Justin?

Fuck, Justin had wrecked her. Not just her body—though, damn, that was a whole different conversation—but her mind. Her damn soul. He’d touched something deep inside her, something no one else ever had.

It wasn’t love, she wasn’t stupid, but it was an addiction. A craving. A need that made her throat dry and her thighs clench.

She adjusted her dress, rolling her shoulders back as determination flickered in her eyes. She needed to find him. Right now.

And it wasn’t just because of desire—though, yeah, that was playing a huge fucking part—but because her boss had sent her to seduce him. It was supposed to be a simple test. A little game. Flirt, tease, maybe take him for a ride if she felt like it, then report back. No one had told her what the goal was or what she was supposed to learn, just that she needed to see what kind of man he was.

Well. She knew now.

He was the kind of man who fucked with your reality. Who turned a simple test into a lifetime addiction. Who left you sitting in a club, thighs pressed together, brain completely gone, and heart hammering like you’d just seen God.

No. Fuck that.

She wasn’t about to be another dumb girl lost in some rich boy’s spell. If he thought he could just walk away, act like he hadn’t Snatched her soul and branded her with his touch, he had another thing coming.

Her body moved before her brain could stop it. He was still outside. He had to be. If she was fast enough, she could catch him, and then—what? Demand he fuck her properly this time? Drag him into the nearest room and make him finish what he started?

Maybe. Maybe not.

All she knew was that there was no going back. Not after this.

Justin Black had fucked her up in ways no man ever had. And she had a feeling he hadn’t even tried yet.

She shoved the damn door open like it had personally offended her.

The hallway was quiet—soft lighting, plush carpet, the kind of luxury that made you forget the world outside even existed. And there he was.

Justin Black.

Walking away, hands in his pockets, casual as fuck, like he hadn’t just flipped her entire reality upside down and set it on fire. Like he wasn’t the reason her body was overheating, her mind was in shambles, and her soul—yes, her fucking soul—was clawing at her to go after him.

Her fingers tightened on the doorframe. Her breath came out uneven. Fuck it.

"Justin."