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The Outlaw Bride’s Billionaire Trap If Raven stayed
AaronI looked at the staircase.Mila was smiling. Not the careful smile I remembered from when we were kids. An easy one. She stood beside Ryan with her hand on his arm, and her eyes were bright when she looked up at him.She looked happy. And somehow, so was I.After everything that had happened between us, after all the years and everything we had both turned into, maybe this was what closure was supposed to feel like.She had found her ending. I wondered whether I had ever really been foolish enough to think it would be me.Then my eyes moved.Justin stood a step behind them with Leo on his hip. My nephew had Ryan's eyes and Mila's laugh. Justin said something to him, and Leo shrieked with delight. Mila turned to look at them, and her smile got wider.The four of them. A family. Her family. The life she had built after me.I had understood for a long time that I didn't belong anywhere in that picture.I didn't resent it.If anything, I was relieved."Is that her?" Barely a breath
The Outlaw Bride’s Billionaire Trap Is that her?
RavenA fire?I almost laughed out loud as he spun me out and reeled me back against his chest.Please. If he thought a kiss under his jaw and some silk counted as arson, he had no idea what I could do. He was playing chess. I was ready to flip the board.I hadn't even struck the match yet.I didn't get to tell him that.As he turned us toward the entrance, the gilded doors at the far end of the ballroom swung open.I stopped dead.They had actually made an effort.Bear had squeezed into a suit jacket over his black T-shirt, the seams screaming across his shoulders. Slider had found a button-down shirt and a tie, loosened, with his neck tattoos on full display. Behind them came Dutch and Tank and Hooch, scrubbed and combed and miserable, like a pack of wolves who had wandered into a very expensive poodle show.The rich people nearest the doors gasped. A woman in pearls actually clutched them.Hooch found the shrimp tower in under ten seconds and started filling his jacket pockets. Ta
The Outlaw Bride’s Billionaire Trap Follow my lead
AaronThe ballroom at the Grand Atrium was a sea of practiced smiles, popping flashbulbs and whispers with teeth.This was my battlefield. I could walk the city's money through it blindfolded. Tonight, under cover of an engagement gala, I was publicly hammering the last nail into Marcus Vance's corporate coffin.And my weapon of choice was holding a glass of champagne in the ivory silk dress that had kept me awake for two nights.The wedding dress.She had worn it to the engagement party.Elena had seen her come down the hall and gone white. "Ms. Vance. That dress is for the wedding.""Then he can buy me another one," Raven had said, and walked into the elevator.I hadn't said a word. I hadn't trusted myself to.The dress was lethal engineering. The cowl neck dipped too low. The silk clung to her hips like a second skin. Her whole spine was bare to the room. She looked like something sent to ruin empires."Smile, CEO," she murmured, appearing at my side.Before I could brace, she slip
The Outlaw Bride’s Billionaire Trap Remember that
RavenThe hangover was a war crime.I woke up buried under a mountain of silk in the guest suite, my skull split open and filled with hot lead. I was still in his shirt. It still smelled like cedar and him, which was unfair, because my head was punishing me enough.The last thing I remembered was his heart. The way it had pounded under my palm in the library. The silence.After that, nothing. A dark, merciful blank.If I had braced myself for a lecture over breakfast, or for that cold little smirk he wore whenever he thought I'd done something spectacularly stupid, I needn't have bothered.Aaron was gone.Not that morning. Not the next one.For two days, I barely saw him. I heard the private elevator sometime before dawn, then footsteps fading down the hall. Late at night, I caught the smell of coffee and scotch outside his study. But by the time I came out of my room, he was gone, and by the time I went to bed, his study door was still shut.His side of the bed stayed cold. So much
The Outlaw Bride’s Billionaire Trap Too bad
AaronShe weighed almost nothing.Her arms hung loose around my neck. Her damp hair brushed my throat, and she smelled like my soap and her own berries, and with every step down that dark hallway, the hem of my shirt shifted against her bare thighs.It was testing the absolute limits of my sanity."You're heavy when you're annoying," I said.She laughed against my collarbone, soft and hazy. The warm puff of her breath went straight down my spine. "Liar. You love carrying me.""I'm putting you to bed before I throw you off the balcony."My arms tightened around her anyway.I walked past the master suite. Item three. My rule. I didn't stop.Tonight, I didn't trust myself in that bed.I shouldered open the guest-suite door. The room was silver with city light. I crossed to the bed and lowered her onto the sheets.I meant to straighten up immediately. I meant to be the man who had everything under control.Instead, as her back touched the mattress, her fingers closed on my lapels and pull
The Outlaw Bride’s Billionaire Trap Eat me alive
RavenThe whiskey glowed like melted gold in the crystal.Aaron handed me the glass without letting his fingers touch mine. Whatever had been in his eyes by the bookshelves was gone. They were dark and closed again.He didn't pour one for himself. He went back behind his desk and picked up a black ceramic mug that sat beside his keyboard. Coffee, at midnight. Of course.I took a sip. It burned all the way down, slow and expensive.I curled into the corner of the big leather sofa, tucked my bare legs under the hem of his shirt, and took another sip. Then another.He didn't look at me. He read. Columns of numbers scrolled across his screen, and his eyes ate them.So I watched him.You don't grow up with Marcus Vance without learning to read people. You learn to find the cracks. The little tells. The cufflink.Aaron Wylder didn't have many.But I started finding them anyway.He didn't slouch. Not an inch, not even at midnight in his own library. And he didn't hold the mug by its hand
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