na's

r my skin, giving me the urge to turn up the volume. I resisted-because letting

unwilling chauffeur for the night. Now, I sat stubbornly facing the window, refusing to acknowledge the way his veins flexed along his fore

e, turning slightly to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He glanced

se h

in

"You're lit

course he did. Billion

died when I went to the washroom. I sighed and turned back towards the

omplex. "How do you know where I live? " Evara didn't tell me her brother was a stalker. "I know

Someone seems to be irritated when I roll my eyes, but who cares? I chuckle

dy to high-tail it out of there. "Ms. Lanconi," I stop in my tracks and swiftly turn around to face h

big deal. "Wait-are you being serious?" I couldn't believe it. "Deadly." His gaze locked onto mine." Don'

. Before I could stop myself, I

ove me off-Evara had warned me he hated physical contact-but instead, after a stunned bea

y pulling away before the heat

e regret this, Zolina." I fled before my tra

at Eros didn't even push me away and instead patted my back like a child. What was that supposed to mean? Evara can't be wrong because she knows him better than anyone, and she wouldn't lie ab

my silk pajamas

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ne had entered. Yesterday I received a call from Eros' lawyer informing me th

r the lawyer among the seated customers. I stopped a man dressed in a brown suit with one hand rais

hake my hand with a firm grip, then ushers me to take the seat acros

sed smile. Eros' lawyer seemed to be in his mid-to-late thirties and was an I

." He gets a small stack of papers from his briefcase at the chair on his left, then hands it to me, urging me to read it. The waitre

rt blank. "Where exactly is Mr. Esposito? I see his signature here, but aren't we supposed to

the contract prior to his departure, then instructed me to present it to you for signing," he explains, and I just nod my

ack to him. "You and Mr. Esposito get to keep a copy each. Sir also requested me to hand you the key to your new works

I inquired, turning the key around in my palm. "This is Mr. Esposito we are talking about. He knows everything. Good luck, Ms

up to leave, my phone starts ringing. It displays an unknown number o

this?" I ask

eting went well. I hope you are ready to work w

. "I have my ways." Of course he did. The man probab

at I need to start. I don't need your workshop," I said defiantly.

preparedness. My two-bedroom apartment barely qualified a

can't build a luxury brand sewing s

fail, I want it to be from lack of talent, not resources." The chal

mile. "Don't worry, Esposito. I p

us. "We'll see if your tal

e hung between us, el

me