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Chapter 132- Where Are You Emily?
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HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION Chapter 137- Slipping Control
The lights of the city blinked beneath me like a sea of fireflies, restless and chaotic. I stood at the window of my penthouse, hands tucked into the pockets of my slacks, staring down at the skyline that never slept. My reflection looked back at me in the glass—tired, tense, controlled only by a thin thread of restraint. I had spent my life mastering the art of calm calculation, making decisions under pressure with the precision of a scalpel.But tonight, something was off.Tonight, Emily was at Alessandro Salvatore's house.My jaw clenched as I watched the dark outlines of the buildings. I couldn’t stop replaying that call in my head, the way his voice sounded so casual, like it wasn’t a goddamn crisis that she was passed out drunk in his home. Like it wasn’t a problem that she had disappeared without a word and turned up in the company of a man like him.How the hell did she end up with him of all people?How the hell did she get herself tangled up with Salvatore? The man was oil
HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION Chapter 136- The Call
I lingered on the balcony longer than I meant to. The moonlight was too soft, the bourbon too smooth, and the night too full of a quiet I hadn't felt in years. For a man like me, silence usually meant a deal gone wrong, a moment to plan, or worse—a trap.But tonight? Tonight, it was peace.Until I reached into my pocket and realized my phone was missing."Damn," I muttered under my breath, patting the inside of my jacket, my slacks, even checking behind the cushion I was sitting on.Nothing.With a sigh, I pushed off the chair and made my way downstairs. The house was mostly dark, save for the golden sconces humming low along the corridor. Somewhere above, I imagined Emily still asleep, tangled in the guest bed, one hand flopped over her stomach like a cartoon character after a wild night.A reluctant smile tugged at my lips.When I got to the car, I found my phone right where I'd left it, tucked between the seats. As I reached for it, I spotted something else.Emily's purse.And her
HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION Chapter 135- Drunk Shenanigans
I should have known ordering that second round was a bad idea. Hell—I should’ve known ordering the third shot of tequila was just begging for trouble. But when Emily’s glass slid empty again, and she looked up at me with those bold, half-lidded eyes, laughing like she was daring the sea itself to try and crash us out, how could I say no?So yes, I did this to myself.Now here we were, on the walk back to my car, and she was leaning too heavily on me, giggling in disjointed bursts.“I’m fine,” she slurred, her voice melting around the syllables like syrup. “I walk in heels all the time. These aren’t even—wait. I’m barefoot, aren’t I?”“Very barefoot,” I said, trying to keep my tone even, though her carefree abandon in the moonlight was undeniably cute.She paused to register that, then grinned wildly. “That’s rebellious of me. Emily the Rebel!”I chuckled softly and angled my upper body to catch her if she stumbled again. She was so warm, so… human in that moment—her wild hair flying l
HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION Chapter 134- Panicked
The ball was over. The music died. The last notes of the quartet faded into the hush of departing guests. I stood by the grand entrance, offering handshakes and polite smiles—the kind that don’t reach past the eyes. “Thank you for coming. Safe travels.” Automatons. I hated every syllable. Because none of the faces around me mattered. None of the accolades. None of the gleaming chandeliers or polished marble. I was unmoved. Hollowed out. My mind was still roaming the hallways. The terrace. The service corridors Angelo had swept. Everywhere. Still no Emily. Angelo appeared beside me—quiet, tense, protocol intact. His tone was low. “No sign of her in the main hall. South wing is clear.” My heart clenched. “So she just… vanished?” I swallowed. The charade snapped. “Check every inch of this place. Speak with every staff member.” Angelo nodded and disappeared. I retreated into the empty ballroom, its grandeur now mocking. Tables pushed aside. Staff cleaning. The silence heavy as
HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION Chapter 133- Trying To Forget
He didn’t kiss me.His mouth brushed the corner of mine—not quite a kiss, not quite a tease. A whisper of a maybe. It lingered there like a secret passed between us, unsaid but not unnoticed.Then he chuckled. Low. Rough. Almost like he’d caught himself.“Relax,” he murmured, still hovering above me. “I’m not the kind of guy who kisses a girl on the beach. Not without a drink first.”My breath came out in a shaky little laugh I didn’t quite trust. His weight eased off me, and he stood, brushing sand off his pants like nothing had happened—like we hadn’t just come a half-second away from something we both might’ve regretted or remembered for the rest of our lives.He offered me a hand.I stared at it for a beat too long.Then I took it.His fingers curled around mine, warm and steady, and he pulled me to my feet like it was the easiest thing in the world. We stood there, barefoot and breathless, not saying anything for a long moment as the waves crashed quietly behind us.“You okay?” h
HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION Chapter 132- Where Are You Emily?
I scanned the ballroom again, my eyes casually drifting over the sea of people, pretending I was interested in the architecture firm’s proposal for a new eco-friendly skyscraper in Dubai.But I wasn’t listening.Not really.My eyes were looking for her.Emily.Where the hell did she go?She had been near the terrace last I saw her, standing with a group of architects. Her posture had been poised, confident, her laughter light. It had taken everything in me not to stare too long. To not let anyone see the effect she had on me.She’d looked—no, she’d been—breathtaking tonight.That dress… Dio mio, that dress had been a risk. Bold. Dangerous. But she wore it like armor. Like a queen.But now she was gone. And that subtle tension I’d kept buried beneath layers of control began to gnaw at me.“Angelo,” I said quietly, turning to my assistant, who stood a few feet away with a tablet in his hand and an ever-watchful gaze. “Have you seen Miss Ross?”He blinked, briefly distracted, then shook
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