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Undercover in His bed

Chapter 3 The Party

Word Count: 1110    |    Released on: 13/05/2025

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before

ure devices Viktor called shoes. Biting back a curse, I straightened up, ignorin

And don't forget, if you mess this up, you can kiss your dear broth

couldn't. Not with Mikey's life on the line. I took a steadying breath

at a time. Just like V

s lush gardens stretching out like a green carpet. Massive pillars reached skyward, supporting a balcony that wr

ast to the knot of dread in my stomach. As I approached the front e

smirk that made my skin crawl, "but

g my server's uniform. Heat crept up my neck, but I forced it

my voice. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have missed the dress code memo that

lk designed to intimidate. "Listen, missy," he growled, "I suggest you tur

ging into my palms. "What do you mean 'my kind'?" I demanded, injecting as much venom i

round back, not mingling with the guests.

n my mind-bruised, bloodied, pleading. I swallowed my retort and spun on my heel, wobbling slightly as I he

khe

e a tank, with dark, wavy hair pulled back to reveal several scars. His piercing blue eyes were framed by strong, sculpted features, and

his voice deep a

ether. "I mean, Sonia... it's Sonia Brown," I stammered, silently cursing myself for the n

may enter, but first, a quick check for weapons and dev

hair, disguised as bobby pins. If he found them,

y an act in those godforsaken shoes. I stumbled forward, bump

the moment of distraction to slip the microchips into the pocket of his pants. My heart pounded so lou

ng up and running the scanner over m

en I was past him did I allow myself a small, shaky breath of relief. Holy shit, that

from high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the grand ballroom as I passed. Th

sation floated around me-servers sharing stories of mishaps and the strict expectations of the cater

You've come too

a hatchet-faced middle-aged woman, her expression all business.

ering on what I hoped was a c

te. Which means you're starting at a disadvantage, so you'll need to pick up the pace

k into the torturous shoes. "

f what I was about to do settled over me like a heavy cloak. But I pushed it aside. I c

o get

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