The Playboy's Wicked Revenge

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n, were waiting. But the moment my eyes landed on the scene in front of me, I froze. My hea

my aunt, casually talking to her as if they were old acquaintances. My mind raced. What t

e. Kevin, my overly enthusiastic cousin, spotted me and w

mn

hing them, my aunt turned to me with a warm smile. "Sia, meet X. He's the grandson of my uncle from New

hat made my blood boil. He extended his hand toward me before

is that?" I mumbled under my breath, but to my hor

My aunt's shocked voice ma

y did my mouth n

eeling thoroughly embarrassed, I awkwardly took his hand, my f

my skin just enough to make a point, a silent challenge dancing in his emerald-green eyes. I struggled

ntinued the conversation. "So, X! Whe

e been meaning to come by." His voice was pol

u here?" she asked,

e Houston branch of our company. I had a business meeting at t

calm facade. He didn't want to be here. And yet, he kept sneaking glances at me-sometimes smirking,

ng to disappear into the background. But

out a loud, u

My.

le

hand, grinned, clearly excited that we'd now be eating something at the mall. But the worst reaction came from him. X raised an

ground to swa

I lingered behind them, trying to process everything. Just when I thought I was fre

arm, and annoyingly familiar. My breath hitche

ng against my ear. "Sia baby, I'm not done with you. Not yet." His voice was low

m, completely

eased me and walked away a

e? I mean, this guy doesn't even give me a chance to speak, and then he has the audacit

up with my aunt and Kevin, who we

hausted, and confu

d a feeling that this