Sinful Temptation: Mr. Playboy Zillionaire Pleads For My Return
over and m
ouse, Bryanna was there to we
ead, her innocent, wide eye
's hand. "What rich young man doesn't fall into th
cent was at a shady nightclub. I didn't believe it, so I went
tly. "You're seeing him now.
ds, sobbing. "I begged him to leav
owed. "Then let Cli
ad. "Clint already t
is, he might not listen to us, but he won't have the h
and starte
you," Bryanna c
option, she wouldn't have
d driver, was dependable. With him th
ng music, and wild indulgence. People clung to o
ands reached out, trying to grab he
he VIP lounge, she was hit
arette hanging from his fingers, his other
p, feeding him wine, the smoke
osed and dignified-
c stopped. All eye
softly, "Uncle Vincent, Miss Da
g with mockery. "Isn't this the orphan the Stewarts too
nizing him-Connor Russell, the notorious s
behind him, Connor was
nothing good to come from Vincent bei
ly, his eyes dark with desire. He lif
k of her hair, bringing it to his nos
rumbled menacingly
hiver run dow
, pressing the glass of wine to Iris's lips. "Si
ang around
shattered, red liquid spilling across the fl
frozen in disbelief, blood
ottle, wiping his fingers casu
realize-the "get lost" ha
he addressed the room. "Consider all deals cancelled. St
through th
re night trying to conv
, it had all
und Iris's shoulders, tee
incent practically shoved Iris
tered, his voice husky, his
s the most exclusi
anna couldn't secure a unit, despite her high co
shing past the slit of her dress. "I do
ied an edge of
-laced scent of his breath. Calmly, she said, "Miss Dawson a
ce," he murmured, his teeth brushing her earlobe,
she could stop it. In a panic, she
a's most trusted men, Vincent st
ed the silence. Vincent pressed Ir
answere
ckled through. "Hav
ith darkness, blurring the bou
r, Vincent be
ic tearing echoed
r stung Iri
ress, his hand slippin
steady her voic
answer. His touch, rough just mome
the sound of Elian
his-Elianna is still waiting for him.
one from her hand and ended the call. Grabb
ed with his familiar col
etraying her. A stor
ild, she had never
d returned, she was force
ed into Skyc
Iris's flushed face. "Mr. Stewart is d
y against her, appear
oice, Iris helped
-before she could even react, she found h
Clint. "You can take a month
ce, nodded, and drove
she had walked straight in
onto the bed, pinni
ime had been
amiliarity, all mixed with
s just as ragged, but his movemen
macy wasn't only pain; beyond
gers lazily twirling a card between them. A mocking smile tugged at his lips.
e card, but Vincent fl
l president? Or is he just some schol
as thick wi
quietly putting on
il president-one of the univ
a privileged background. He
s his feelings to her. And worse-V
e card, and slipped
g a black card in her direction. "No
t with him? Iris set the credit card