The penthouse was cloaked in the aftermath of desire. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, the dim city lights casting shadows across the room. Ochieng lay on his back, his breathing steady, but his mind was a battlefield.
Seline traced lazy circles on his chest, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk. "You still want me," she whispered.
Ochieng's jaw tightened. He didn't respond.
She shifted, pressing closer, her breath warm against his neck. "I missed you," she murmured.
He exhaled, closing his eyes. "Did you miss me or the life I have now?"
Her fingers froze.
A sharp silence.
Seline sat up, the sheets slipping from her shoulders. "That's not fair," she said, her voice laced with frustration.
Ochieng sat up too, his gaze piercing. "Fair? You walked away when I had nothing, Seline. Now I'm at the top, and suddenly, you're back."
Her eyes darkened with hurt. "I made a mistake," she whispered. "I was scared, Ochieng. I didn't think you'd make it."
He let out a humorless chuckle. "And now that I have, you think you can just walk back into my life?"
Seline reached for his hand, but he pulled away.
"I don't know what I want from you, Ochieng," she admitted. "But I know I still feel something."
He ran a hand through his hair, the weight of her words pressing on him. He had fought too hard to let old wounds reopen.
"Seline…" He sighed, standing up. "You should go."
Her lips parted in shock. "What?"
"You heard me." His tone was firm. "Go."
She hesitated, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she slowly gathered her clothes, her movements stiff.
She turned at the door. "You'll regret this."
Ochieng smirked. "I doubt it."
The door clicked shut behind her.
Silence.
He exhaled, staring at the city through the glass.
This was just the beginning.