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lyn'

his ever-watchful bodyguard, follows cautiously behind him

ss wealth, from the crisp designer clothes draped over him t

ard, always a step behind, Sergey's personal shadow. Appointe

rushing my forehead as he hands me a bouquet of carnati

e's pe

you're dreaming of him. The one who pulls you into his arms during a rainstorm, whispering something devastatingly poetic, and s

rt you with a drink?" says the waiter with a smile

faint blush creep up her cheeks as he glances at her nameta

smartly dressed waiter says in a voice dipped

I know-without question-that he only had eyes for me. I pick my men

I say with finality, making Serg chuckle

s restroom humming lively under my breath until a

wed by a low,

t something about the sound-it isn't right. I edge closer, finge

kering bulb casts more shadows than light. I blink, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. Eve

ath st

romance-novel prince-is on his knees. His hand

hed around

ers tangled in Sergey's perfect,

r goes

-our wor

that, my fairy

e rips through the room, a volatile mix of rage,

s feet. His hair is tousled, his lips swollen. Behind him, Niko

I... I can explain...," Sergey sputt

s he even begin

ding in my ears. My gaze flickers to Niko, who stare

our table," Sergey reaches for me,

ust walked in on my boyfriend-no, my fucking fairytale-on his knees suc

eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I turn on my heel, st

s wrapped in grand romantic gestures. But seeing him in tha

reck

de into the driver's seat, and slam it shut

ering wheel, taking slow, shallow, a

I can cat

ement catches

nging his hands on the window, his e

losure. Maybe because the curious stares from passersby ma

as soon as he slips into the passenger

," sparing me a look so filled with something that almost rese

servedly, Sergey. Fallen for every stupid, extravagant, over-the-top thing you've ever done. And you-you weren't even afraid

e only person I ever cheated on was Niko. You? You were just... a

ledgehammer, knocking

women. I love men. And I have been using you to keep up an illusion that my fath

orse, something that might soften the blow-but I see nothing. My chest tightens, hurt and confusion warring in

eath me, the ground

ses to using you as a shield against his homop

nch, the sound far too loud for my liking. For a moment, I consider ignoring it-letting it ring out while I

and firm, "Sorry to bother you, but I'm calling to

pr

ind strugglin

scheduled release next month. The files t

"I've got it cover

t the engine. "Cat, are you

h. No time to mope around. Some of us don't have Daddy's m

lightly, like m

od

eady-despite the storm

muring, "I'm sorry. I hope

d. I don't owe

olume on the stereo, drowning out

nutes to pull myself together

ison gates I have managed

wrought iron bars loom ahead, their cold, unfeeling prese

under my breath as the guards inspect my bag before l

says, and my lips curve into what I would assume

e weight of an unblinking stare drilling holes through my back. Almost instantly, I feel eyes on my back, the ones that bore into yo

, making the space feel suffocatingly smaller than it is. His dark, unreadable eyes are locked

his hips, exposing the deep cut of his waistline. Every rational part of me

muscle, powerful without being bulky, his tanned skin catching the dim light just right. Every shift makes hi

of his tattooed chest. My gaze keeps drifting upward, pulled to his face-rugg

cutting right into my soul. The teardown moment is stretching, each second unraveling something inside m

e Sergey, who had love-bombed me with everything a girl should swoon for. But let's no

sionate, neutral and absolutely monotonous. His left cheek is dimpling, and my body betrays me-h

ust this m

skier than sin, layered in all shades

again, and now I can swear my pair of underwear are dripping. But this time,

ing, and I find myself moving before I even

watching me like a cat toying with a cornered mouse. His fingers drum lazil

like a stormy c

at's u

"Chavez must've been desperate to send me a fresh one. Tell me, sweetheart, do they give you a handbook on

cks to my lips, that goddamn smirk widening like

hair like he owned the damn room. "You're already looking at me like I just rui

tion. He was enjoying this. Testing me. And worse? My body was betray

you, doc. Let's skip the mind games. How about you get those pretty little k

harper.

request. It

I was trained to understand people like him, to analyze, diagnose, contain. And yet... the w

ould

ad, I

mmering, my breath coming to

ed as he reaches for the waistband of his boxe

ook away.

oly.

that was only semi-hard. How

My gaze drifts to the head of his cock,

kering in his hazel eyes, wagging hi

er-"Hands.

egisters to me-I am

ll has gott

fully hard dick, tensing at the way it throbs with my mere touch as I try to wrap both my hands around

own at the head that is

at made my pussy drip instead of knocking me back to my senses. And that's whe

gers. I had watched this in a few porn videos and even practiced it using a makeshift dildo, but not in my grandmother's

py kisses thro

er under his breath, and taking that as a compliment, I dart my ton

! And out of my mind too! Bu