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r a moment, I thought I'd conjured her

ty, obsession, and somethi

ned under moonlight. Her fingers circled a whiskey glass like she was about

ion like a seasoned manipulator. I watched fo

latly. H

dn't know yo

ng. Like she knew me. Like she had always known me. The way she spoke, that voice. I knew

ing the spark when our fingers brushed as I asked her to walk wi

on. People might th

d out too fast. Sh

excused herself before I could say mo

disappear in

he was familiar. Not in the way of old lovers or fleeting flings. No-famili

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way he looked at me... di

ve

he wore darkness like it was stitched to his skin. That si

dn't c

Haunted. I knew he felt somethin

utante. Now a social media mogul and one of London's closest confidan

a better distraction,"

redible. I hinted at hedge fund drama in Dubai, whispered about a stolen painting in Pari

you need

. Two powerful things. One by one, I was threading my way into L

ondo

ere. Slipped into my world like she belonged. And the worst part? I wanted her. That scent. That curve of her neck. The sharpness in her smile. I wanted to pin her down and ask every question burning inside me. I wanted to taste the s

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exiting through the side ga

nted the

let th

is world. Next,