LOGINI completely pull away this time, ignoring the way she whimpers slightly in her sleep at the loss of heat. I stand up, feeling slightly woozy as the blood rushes to my head. The room tilts for a second before coming into sharp focus. I straighten my rumpled dress shirt, feeling like a mess. I need
The first thing I register is warmth...a soft, radiating heat that definitely doesn’t belong to my high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Then there’s the scent. It’s not the sharp, masculine smell of my own room or the faint lingering bourbon on my breath. It’s lilies and... woman...ly. My ey
I don't want to wake Owen. I don't want to have to explain why I'm back in his house when I've already told him that I won't be coming back. I tell my security to stay in the driveway, and I sneak into the house through the side entrance. I move like a shadow through the corridors, heading toward m
"I won't be going back to the house with you tonight," I finally reply, my voice barely a whisper. I can’t explain it, but after Camille’s poison about Newton blood and the way he looked at me when he was tipsy, I feel like I need a barrier. A wall between us. He pauses, his hand on the door hand
"Be careful with Owen Kingston, Sydney. Truly. I know him better than anyone in this room and I know that love doesn't exist in his universe. He’s a man of logic, contracts, and cold hard facts. And whatever name he may answer to, whatever distance he tries to put between himself and his family tree
"I’m telling you, Greg," Tobias is saying, his voice booming with the confidence of a man who just birthed a masterpiece. "Sydney is the best of the best. She didn't just play the role; she became the soul of this film. We’re looking at awards, gentlemen. Mark my words." The investors laugh, that r







