No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 9- Still mine

Aiah's POV

The past had a cruel way of creeping back in, twisting itself around the present like it never really left.

I was just scrolling through my phone, reviewing some reports, when a notification popped up. A message from an unknown number.

At first, I ignored it. But when I accidentally opened the video attached, my entire body froze.

The screen lit up with something I didn't expect-something I didn't want to see.

Mikha.

Mikha kissing someone.

It wasn't just a simple kiss. It was deep, hungry, reckless. The kind that didn't care who was watching.

And the worst part?

She didn't even flinch when that someone-some random stranger-touched every part of her body.

Every. Damn. Part.

My grip on the phone tightened as something ugly twisted in my chest.

The girl I once protected, the girl I kept away from prying hands, the girl I never let anyone touch the way I did-was now freely giving herself away.

Freely being touched.

I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply.

Damn it, Mikha.

A part of me knew I had no right to react this way. We weren't together anymore. She was free to do whatever the hell she wanted.

But knowing that didn't make the burning in my chest any less intense.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and pressed her number.

The line rang once. Twice.

Then, she picked up.

"Boss?" Her voice was lazy, teasing-completely unaware of the storm about to hit her.

I didn't bother with greetings. My voice came out cold, controlled.

"Come to my office. Now."

And before she could even respond, I ended the call.

Mikha wanted to play with fire?

Fine.

Let's see who gets burned first.

The moment Mikha stepped inside my office, I was already standing.

Waiting.

She closed the door behind her, her movements slow, deliberate-like she wasn't the least bit concerned about why I called her here.

Like she already knew.

I didn't waste time. Without a word, I turned my phone toward her, playing the damn video.

The screen flickered with images I wished I could erase.

Mikha, tangled with someone else.

Mikha, letting hands that weren't mine roam freely over her body.

Mikha, kissing like she meant it.

And yet, when she looked up at me, there was no shock. No guilt.

Just that same infuriating smirk.