Chapter 57: He's A Lancaster.

The SUV went silent. The decor was nothing less than a hundred, judging by the sleek leather and glowing blue lights. Shawn held me so tight I wasn’t able to move, not breathe. Oh, who was I kidding? The relationship I shared with Shawn was one some would call voodoo. Despite hurting me and abandoning me, I still loved his touch. I still trembled to his wet kisses.

Before I could react—knowing I was married—the seats had already begun to recline, shifting with a smooth mechanical hum.

The divider between us and the driver slid up with a soft buzz, sealing us into a private section.

Then he turned to me, slowly, like the scene had been planned in his head a dozen times. He tugged off his black shirt, muscles stretching and flexing with the motion. His eyes never left mine.

The SUV now looked less like transport… and more like temptation.

I sat frozen—not because I was afraid, but because something in me didn’t want to move.

He leaned over me, his hand brushing my knee.

Then—

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