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An expensive morning
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2025-10-14 14:16:11Yvette's pov
The penthouse.His penthouse.His god-damned penthouse, I shut my eyes, the early morning sun hitting my face as memories of last night came flooding back. I groaned and the images of his sexy lips and dark eyes filled my head. His eyes held somethings hot.Not anger though. It was something much more dangerous: a fleeting recognition of the conflict that was going on between us.“Not today, please.” I groaned.However, my treacherous brain ignored it. Every moment was replayed in agonizing detail like a movie on repeat. His blue eyes, it was the eyes that held me in place like a statue , the way he stared at me like I was a temptation, something forbidden he shouldn't touch.The man who owned it was perfectly reflected in everything, whether it was black white or grey. Days earlier, he had left me lilies which provided the only burst of color. I should have sent them back to him.Rather li
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His absurdly large monitor displayed CityPulse Online with our faces splattered across the digital page beneath the headline Billionaire Recluse Sighted with Sunshine Incarnate. I was the sunshine it seems. Because half the city believed our brief romance was real, the comments section was a veritable goldmine of conjecture. I was acting like a publicist while the fake couple deceived everyone. I didn't know he had walked into his office as I continued to smile and feel the warmth of the moment sink into my chest.He held a parcel which he concealed from me.“Just a regular delivery,” he sighed and walked slowly towards me, perhaps to resume what he couldn't finish and I closed my eyes anticipating the kiss when the sharp tap-tap echoed throughout the penthouse again. He was a statue the next minute. The cool aristocratic stillness he wore like armor took the place of the warmth that had been on his face. He became
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He extended his hand to me in the midst of the camera’s constant staccato of dazzling white light, I had a moment of vertigo when I realized that the man who had just hours before kissed me until I was out of breath, whose touch had felt like a brand against my skin was now a stranger dressed in a fitted suit. At first, I thought this place was in my dream, a place where I couldn't dare imagine, because tell me how on earth a place like this existed and I wasn't aware. It was a place not just for the rich but for old money. Joachim's hand gently graced my back like I was his prizes possession. An exquisitely chosen item to adorn his arm. We were a masterwork of trickery because with a single misstep or glance the hungry press would eat us alive. I, Yvette Moreno, his sophisticated art curator fiancée and Joachim Knight the elusive billionaire who was finally apprehended had to be the ideal couple. A match made in heaven for public relations profes
The Devil's Kiss: Craving The Vampire Dark Lord An expensive morning
Yvette's pov The penthouse. His penthouse. His god-damned penthouse, I shut my eyes, the early morning sun hitting my face as memories of last night came flooding back. I groaned and the images of his sexy lips and dark eyes filled my head. His eyes held somethings hot.Not anger though. It was something much more dangerous: a fleeting recognition of the conflict that was going on between us. “Not today, please.” I groaned.However, my treacherous brain ignored it. Every moment was replayed in agonizing detail like a movie on repeat. His blue eyes, it was the eyes that held me in place like a statue , the way he stared at me like I was a temptation, something forbidden he shouldn't touch.The man who owned it was perfectly reflected in everything, whether it was black white or grey. Days earlier, he had left me lilies which provided the only burst of color. I should have sent them back to him.Rather li
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