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Poison in the Blood
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04.11.2026 06:09:31
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The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet Do You Want To F**k Me?
LIV"Get your fucking hands off Liv this instant!"Gia’s furious voice slices straight through the roaring bass and the thick, dizzying tequila fog inside my head.My eyes snap open.All at once, the illusion shatters into a million pieces.There is no dark sandalwood.There is no pale scar along a sharp jawline.There are no arctic blue eyes.The man pressing me against the dark alcove wall smells like cheap body spray and stale beer, and his sweaty palm is shoved halfway up my ribs underneath my cream sweater, his rough stubbled chin scraping uncomfortably against my neck.A wave of revulsion slams into my stomach.Before I can even shove him, Gia lunges into the alcove like a bat out of hell, grabs a fistful of the guy’s dark button-down shirt, and yanks him backward off me with enough force to rip two buttons straight off his chest."What the hell is wrong with you, you creep?!" Gia snarls, shoving her body between us as the guy stumbles back against the brass rail. "The dare was
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet Poison in the Blood
KLAUSFor twenty minutes after the elevator doors slide shut on Olivia, I don't even bother putting a shirt on.I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window in the dark penthouse, staring down at the taillights streaming across the road.The ghost of her small, trembling palm still burns right in the center of my bare chest.She walked up here tonight ready to go to war over Ben’s company. Yet the second I backed her against that marble bar and pressed her hand to my skin, her pulse went haywire and her eyes went dark.If she hadn't been wearing that fraud’s diamond ring on her finger, she wouldn't have left this room until Wednesday morning.On the marble counter behind me, my phone starts to buzz.I turn around, pick it up, and glance at the caller ID.Zara.I swipe the green button and put it on speaker while reaching for a clean black cashmere sweater draped over the back of the sofa."Make this quick, Zara," I say, pulling the sweater over my head and easing my bandaged left forearm th
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet The Men-Hater Club
LIVAn hour later, sitting in a corner booth at The Static while bass hammers through the floorboards and crimson strobe lights slash across the dark room, my skin still feels like it’s on fire.Every time I blink, I see Klaus standing barefoot on the heated floor of his penthouse without a shirt on.I see the hard, sculpted lines of his chest, the pale scar across his ribs, and the white hospital bandage wrapped around his corded left forearm. I can still feel the powerful thud of his heart beating against my palm when he pinned my hand to his chest.I rub my palms furiously against the denim of my jeans under the table, trying to scrub the lingering heat off my skin."I’m talking to you, Liv," Gia snaps, sliding two overflowing margarita glasses across the sticky black table between us. "If you’re going to stare at the wall like a zombie, you could have stayed home with your laptop."I blink, pulling my focus back to my best friend.Gia has swapped her daytime leather pants for a s
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet Watch Me Do It
KLAUSAnd because I want you.The words hang in the quiet air between us.Pinned between my bare arms against the marble bar, Olivia stops breathing altogether.Her dark-brown eyes go wide, her lips parting on a silent intake of air.Beneath my right palm, where I still have her small hand trapped flat against the center of my bare chest, her fingers tremble like a live wire against my skin.Even with the thick wool of her hideous brown coat bunched between us, I can feel the sudden spike of her body heat.She didn't expect me to say it out loud.Hell, five seconds ago, I wasn't planning on saying it either.I was planning on playing it cold.I was going to stand behind the bar, pour myself a drink, and watch her squirm while she tried to figure out how to salvage her little ninety-day spy game now that I own her fiancé’s company.Then the elevator doors slid open, and she saw Camilla.Ten minutes ago, my floor manager used her security clearance to bring the weekly Velvet Tears cash
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet Because I Want You
LIVI don't know why I’m standing here in front of Klaus’ building. Twenty minutes ago, I was sitting on a cold concrete step at Northwestern Memorial, listening to Ben panic over the phone about a mystery shark buying fifty-one percent of his company.Any rational woman would have gone home, locked her door, and figured out a new plan from the safety of her couch.Instead, I walked straight out of the hospital, flagged down a cab and shoved the matte-black keycard Klaus never took back from me into the slot of his private elevator.My heart is beating fast as the floor numbers climb toward the fiftieth floor.I am not here because I want to see him.I am here because less than twenty-four hours ago, I stood inside this exact elevator and swore I wouldn't let him touch me if he were the last man on earth. And his response was to buy my fiancé’s entire publishing house out from under him.The elevator glides to a stop at the top floor.I square my shoulders, ready to march out onto th
The Playboy’s Dangerous Bet No Right of First Refusal
LIVInside the stairwell, the silence stretches it feels like a wire about to snap.Gia stands backed against the concrete wall, staring up at Julian with every drop of color drained from her face.For three seconds, I’m terrified she’s going to break right in front of him.I should have known better.Gia would rather swallow live coals than let a man see her bleed.Slowly, her chin jerks up. A brittle, razor-sharp smile cuts across her painted mouth."A girlfriend," Gia echoes, her voice remarkably steady even as her fingers curl into fists against her faux-fur coat. "Wow. Five whole months? Somebody call the Vatican, we have a miracle.""Gia, don't—""Save the speech, Julian," she snaps, shoving past his shoulder toward the downward stairs. "Tell the lucky girl I said congrats on the charity work. And next time, buy her a smudge-proof lipstick so you don't look like a clown in a hospital corridor."She doesn't wait for the elevator.Her stiletto boots clatter rapidly down the concre
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