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The Game Behind the Glass
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One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle Whispers at Olympus Club
Anna's POV The wind rushed past me as I fell, my heart thundering in my chest. I'd braced myself for the inevitable painful impact, eyes squeezed shut, when suddenly I felt myself collide with something solid yet yielding. Not concrete, but arms-strong arms that caught me with such force that the air was knocked from my lungs. I finally dared to open my eyes, and found myself staring at a perfect jawline, then into Marcus Murphy's bottomless dark eyes. A strange flutter of excitement rose in my chest. "Uncle Marcus?" I asked tentatively, unable to hide the relief and unexpected joy in my voice. "Did you catch me? I already hurt my arm jumping from the third floor to the second-floor terrace—if it weren't for you, I would've been much worse off." Marcus's face was ashen, his expression hard as stone as he stared down at me. I couldn't read what was hidden in that gaze, but I could feel the anger radiating from him. His silence was more intimidating than any words could have bee
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle Defiant Leap
Anna's POV I peered out the window of the Olympus Club's third-floor rest room, assessing the situation. While we were undeniably high up, I noticed a decorative terrace jutting out between the first and second floors. That buffer might just make the jump survivable instead of suicidal. But I couldn't possibly leap out wearing only a towel —that would create an even more impossible-to-explain scenario than being discovered with Jack. I turned back to find Jack still standing there, seemingly transfixed. His gaze lingered on my legs, an almost palpable heat that made my skin crawl with both anger and discomfort. The irony wasn't lost on me-when we were married, he barely noticed me, but now that we were divorced, here he was, practically devouring me with his eyes. I snatched up my damp dress from the counter and shot him a glare. "Turn around," I commanded, my voice sharp as glass. Jack blinked, as if emerging from a trance. "What for?" My patience, already hanging by a thre
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle Locked with My Mistake
Jack's POV I pushed open the rest room door, expecting to find anyone but her. Anna stood there with nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body, her shoulders still damp in the light. The towel barely reached mid-thigh, exposing the legs. My mouth went dry. The air between us crackled, and I felt my body responding in ways I couldn't control. "I..." The word stumbled out, and I realized I was *stuttering*. Jack Simpson, heir to one of Skyview City's most powerful families, reduced to incoherence by the sight of his ex-wife in a towel. Anna's eyes widened, then narrowed. Her hand tightened around the towel where it was tucked above her chest. "What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, backing up. "This is the women's rest room! Get out!" I struggled to remember why I'd come looking for her. The heat rising up my neck was unbearable. "You need to leave. Now." She motioned toward the door, her face flushing with anger—or was it embarrassment? "Annie, I need to talk
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle Glances
Anna's POV I stood in the center of the grand banquet hall at Olympus Club, watching the tension between Jack Simpson and Samuel Griffin gradually escalate. My meticulously planned party was slowly turning into a psychological battlefield, with Samuel deliberately provoking Jack at every opportunity. I quickly interjected: "Mr. Griffin, both Mr. Simpson and I aren't people who settle for less. Our divorce simply means we're both better off going our separate ways. Isn't that right, Mr. Simpson?" Something flashed in Jack's eyes-hurt, perhaps, or anger-but he quickly masked it with a smile. "Ms. Shaw's personal affairs aren't any of your concern, Griffin." He took three flutes of champagne from a passing server's tray. "I'm late. I believe that means I owe a penalty." Jack downed all three glasses in succession, his eyes never leaving Samuel's face. He set the empty glasses on the table. Without another word, he walked away toward Logan at the other side of the room. "Your nephe
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle The Party
Anna's POV The party at the Olympus Club was ready to go. The elaborate event wasn't just to welcome Samuel Griffin, it was to draw out the man behind the stabbing of Marcus Murphy. The thought of Marcus's wounds made my heart pound like iron.Someone in Skyview City's elite circle had planned the attack, and my instincts told me that when they were faced with such an unexpected alliance between Shaw Corp and the Heritage Group, they were bound to show their hand tonight. My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the first guests; Logan and Oscar Porter pushed through the door at the same time, followed by Catherine Murphy, whose designer gown somehow seemed both casually elegant and deliberately pretentious. "Anna!" said Oscar as he came towards me with open arms, trying to give me a hug, which I gracefully sidestepped." This place looks fantastic. Are you trying to dwarf the Simpsons' dinner party?" Before I could answer, Catherine had frowned and stepped between us." You
One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle The Game Behind the Glass
Anna's POV "Awake?" Samuel's somewhat excited voice came through the phone, the music in the background softer but still clearly audible. Hearing that simple "awake," I immediately realized Marcus was right —this bastard had deliberately gotten me drunk, luring Marcus and Jack to the bar. His tone was infuriatingly smug, filled with obvious malice. I bit my lip but decided not to let him see my anger. "I tricked you into drinking with me. Did your uncle scold you?" he asked with fake concern. I refused to let him treat me like his entertainment. Suppressing my rage, I deliberately softened my voice: "Mr. Griffin, I certainly did drink as promised. I wonder if you felt my sincerity?" I reminded him of our deal. "I felt your sincerity, but it's not enough," he replied, the dismissiveness in his tone making my blood boil. He clearly had no intention of honoring our agreement. I'd anticipated this, but I'd still won this round. I wouldn't let him see my disappointment. "As long a
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