The Billionaire's Daring Kitten

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eflection in the mirror looked just as lost as I felt. My red lipstick was smeared, my hair was a me

stranger. A man I had barely known for all of five minutes, a

tecte

sharp, calculated, and independent. But somehow, around him, I became a version of myse

y face. The voices outside the bathroom grew louder, and panic bubbled

nt of fixing would hide the evidence of what had just happened. And worse, how was I supposed to return to the party like thi

men walked in, laughing and chatting. They stopped when

ay?" one of

em, my head down as I stumbled out of the bathroom. My heart pounded in

ded a

nto a stool, waving at the bartender. He

ped. "Just bring m

robbed in my skull-It felt like a hammer against my temple. The room felt too crowded

t to do, how to pull me out of this

g inside. I didn't even ask what it was before I took a sip, the

t was short-lived. The crowd around me shifted again, and I cau

p his prey. Like he was daring me to tell any

around the glass, a

n or if I wanted to stay and fa

ne horrifying second, I thought it was Dominic Rutherford again, and the air turned to

ana. Relief surged through me so fast

g with you?" Arian

She tilted her head, scrutinizing me. "Where the hell have yo

comprehend. Thirty minutes? It felt like I'd b

t could I even say? Certainly not the truth. "I needed

n closer. "What did you s

I could stop myself, I snapped, "I said

il, and the guilt hit me immediately.

u've had too much to drink.

f, shaking my head

e reason I was falling apart wasn't alcohol-it was Dominic Rutherford? The m

rry, Ari. I didn't mean to snap. I just

odded. "My condo isn't far from here. I

ed over me.

my driver. I let him and Ariana guide me through the crowded roo

felt like I was being watched. I didn't need to look to know wh

to the backseat of the car. Ariana squeezed my hand before closing the door,

he window, I finally felt like I could breathe again. The pou

me inside, where I stumbled through the door and collapsed onto the plus

yes, the way he called me Kitten, the lingering touch that burned throug

couldn't escape. And in the silence of the condo, I realized with

was her