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"A mole? We just got into the agency and there's already a mole waiting for me there?" It was so ridiculous. Cole turned around and gave me a look. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, ma'am. But I promised to report to Master anytime you meet a mishap.""No, you don't have to.""A mole means a threat to your safety. And I can't compromise on that." He sighed. "I'm sorry, ma'am. But Master has to know.""Yeah, you don't have to be so soft now." Leah chimed in. "This mole could do worse if care is not taken. We have to get to the root of this.""You're right." I turned to look at the three big guys just a few seats away from me. They were also staring back at me, like they had been doing since. "Listen, everyone. In everything we do or face, these people on the other side are still fans. No need to be hard on them, nobody has to be harmed, okay?"One of the big men, dressed in black pants and a shirt that glued to his biceps spoke up. "What if they attack you?""Then try to stop it and neut
The next few days went by in a blur. Ryker made it to a point where he got me gifts every day. Always attentive. Helping me prepare for my next signing.Leah and I agreed to work with another company—Star agency—owned by one of Ryker's acquaintances. It was the safer option, knowing Ryker's acquaintance wouldn't treat me badly. I spent time in Ryker's study, as he helped me go through the terms and conditions, explaining and showing me clauses highlighted for change.Currently, I was sitting on his lap in his study as we went through the files together. His deep raspy voice came from behind me as he used the pen to tap a clause."Your comfort should always come first as a public figure, Lamb. You should have a private vehicle for every movement. You don't have to use what the others use." He stated, his voice firm as he used the red pen to circle the clause. "It's nonsense for you to share vehicles with other models.""But it's just a van," I whined.His free hand snaked around my wa
I laughed under my breath. "You're ridiculous."He didn't smile, but his eyes warmed in that quiet way he was still learning how to express. He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek with a touch so careful, so controlled, I almost thought he was afraid of breaking me."You look..." He inhaled, and his thumb traced a line over my cheekbone. "You look like you're about to ruin my ability to take you out to dinner."Heat rushed to my face. "Ryker.""What?" His voice was thick with unspoken things. "I'm being honest.""You're supposed to be romantic, not indecent.""This is my version of romantic."His mouth quirked. "Don't push your luck."I swatted his arm lightly, but my heart fluttered all the same. He caught my wrist before I could drop it, his fingers sliding down to twine with mine. Possessive. Warm. Solid."We should go," I said softly.He squeezed my hand once, then released it only to place it over his arm. Like he wanted to guide me himself. Like he wanted to make sure I didn't go a
>__"I'm so sorry, Van. I was ambushed by that guy working for your fiancé. He was so scary." Leah kept apologizing for the umpteenth time, the words rushing out without her stopping to take a breath. "The moment I pulled up at the hotel's garage, he popped out from behind a pillar like a killer and I almost—""Okay! Okay! Leah, take a deep breathe." I cut in, stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in my towel. I heard her inhale and exhale from the other end so fast in an exaggerated manner. "I'm not blaming you. I know it's all Ryker's doing." I placed the phone on the table and tapped on the speaker. Then, I started skimming through my closet in search of something good for a date.Right. My fiancé was officially wooing me and his first idea was a dinner date. "I'm glad to hear that. Getting ready for your date?" Leah asked, just as excited as I was. I paused and hummed, my eyes locked on the rows of dresses. "Yeah. But I've got so many pretty dresses that I
His thumbs brushed away the tears on my cheeks, slow and warm, like he wanted to erase every trace of my fear. His voice dipped lower, softer, almost coaxing."Vanessa... look at me."I tried not to, but my eyes lifted anyway, like he'd hooked something deep inside me and tugged."You're shaking," he said quietly."No, I'm not.""You are." His thumb traced my jaw, slow, reassuring. "You're scared.” My eyes dropped, unable to hold the weight of his stare. But he lifted my chin with a single finger, coaxing me back to him."Hey... look at me, Lamb."I did.And the look in his eyes wasn't cold. Wasn't harsh. It was something darker, and deeper. Like devotion twisted with desperation, softened into something terrifyingly tender.He leaned his forehead lightly against mine."Don't leave me again," he whispered. "Please. Don't choose the world over me the way everyone else always has. Just... stay. Stay with me."He could've demanded. Threatened. Taken.But instead... he begged.And that—G
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Those words—I love you—felt like bullets. Soft, beautiful, deadly.Ryker didn't say things like that. He didn't do vulnerability. He manipulated, he demanded, he controlled. But this? This was something else. Something terrifyingly sincere."Ryker..." My voice cracked, and I hated that it did.His hand tightened slightly at the back of my neck, not enough to hurt. But enough to say that he wasn't letting go. "Say something," he murmured, almost pleading. "Anything. Just don't walk away from me again."I shook my head, blinking rapidly as heat stung my eyes. "You can't just…throw that at me. Not after everything you said last night.""Everything I said last night was true.""It was cruel," I whispered."It was honest," he countered, voice low. "You being so defiant and stubborn brings out the worst parts of me. But you..." His thumb brushed my cheekbone, slow, reverent. "You bring out the best parts, too. Even if you don't see it."A bitter laugh







