Mr Billionaire's Plaything

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electric pinks and deep violets, casting everything in an artificial glow. Women danced like the world owed them nothing, hips

si

ing. A drink. A touch. A bo

ne exc

hird glass of whiskey like it migh

r where a guy had been watching her like she was his next miracle. H

roat, trying to scorch Nico Valenti's name from my memory. "I ha

iness behind her kindness. "You've said

ttered. My voice was thick, and I could

shing a tear from my cheek with her thum

ears of my life. And now he's off with some i

spiraling again. I brought you here to forg

nked at her, wounded. "Ar

voice low near my ear. "No, sweetheart. It's just the

r for a moment, letting her warmth anchor me.

as I pulled back, the alcoh

go wit

smile stretching my lips

as already stumbling away from her, h

lightly. I braced myself against the wall with both hands, muttering

staggered inside, and headed for the first stall. I was al

le. Fo

stepped out of t

fr

up. He was zipping his trousers with casual ease. His dark hair was swept back, slightly tousle

are you doing h

brow. "Tha

on the wall mocked me. The black-and-w

in the men

with a hint of amuseme

burning. "How dare

cause you're clearly about to take a piss in

y but determined. "I'm not

er towel, drying his hand

ame in here on purpose, didn'

think I need to sneak into bathrooms to see panties

lust, but with a kind of in

me," he said

ack instinctive

t the cold

looding my space, filling every inch with his presence. His co

urmured. "But you're the one in

t know," I

cusations when you're half

orgeous. Sharp cheekbones. Strong jawline wit

d and smirked. "I'm guessing your bo

ed. "He's an *ex*. N

Let me guess. He dumped you f

opped. "E

're too beautiful to be crying

Instead, it confused me. "

me with that calm, assessing lo

r behind me. My hands were shaking as I le

hell just

Caven

exactly w

, but I had no plans of leaving. She intrigued me-t

more composed. Her skirt was back in

for me now?" she ask

ss you? Just to prove you

parted. "

your type. I want t

the kind of woman who kisses

You look like the kind who

dn't wait. I stepped forward, c

. Ge

th resisted for half a sec

ke whiskey an

fting her gently, her leg hooking around my waist. Her

s quiet but

s, pressing my

t you," sh

t's not. But maybe

when I reached for

kissed her again, hungrier

p me when I made h

t, she wasn't the gir

s just