Chapter 2

**Third Person POV**

As the limousine cruised down the rain-slicked highway, the driver, Sed, glanced at the rearview mirror and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Miss Snow, that is sir Demetri. He’s Sir Marcus’ older brother," he introduced, glancing at the man seated beside her.

Snow turned her head in surprise, her hazel brown eyes meeting the strikingly handsome yet intimidating gaze of the man next to her. Demetri Sylvestre barely acknowledged her presence, offering only the briefest glance before shifting his attention back to the window.

Feeling slightly uneasy under his gaze, Snow forced a polite smile.

"Nice meeting you," she said hesitantly.

Extending her hand, she added, "I’m Snow Hidalgo, Marcus’ fiancée."

Demetri’s sharp, unreadable eyes flickered down to her outstretched hand before they traveled lower, lingering a moment too long on her chest. The thin, white blouse she was wearing had gotten damp from the rain earlier, causing the fabric to cling to her skin. The faint outline of her red lace bra and the delicate curve of her cleavage were subtly visible.

Snow immediately noticed where his gaze had wandered and instinctively straightened up, clearing her throat. Just as she was about to say something, Demetri quickly took off his coat and gave it to her.

"It’s cold. You should wear this," he said in a low, calm voice.

Snow was surprised by his sudden action. She stopped for a moment, then nodded and put on the coat.

The ride stayed quiet. Snow felt uneasy and hoped they would reach the hotel soon.

**At the Hotel**

As soon as they pulled up in front of the grand hotel, Snow let out a relieved sigh 'cause finally they arrived. She stepped in, thanking the staff who welcomed her. A hotel receptionist guided her to the private table Marcus had reserved, while Demetri remained behind.

Before leaving, she turned to return the coat he had lent her.

"Thanks for this," she said with a soft voice of sincerity.

Demetri gave a slight smile and took the coat without saying anything. His silence and the strange look in his eyes made her feel uneasy.

But she didn’t think too much about it. Soon, Marcus arrived, his tall figure standing at the entrance. His hazel-green eyes brightened when he saw her, and he walked over with a warm smile.

"Sorry, I’m late," he apologized before leaning down to press a quick kiss on her cheek.

"The rain slowed me down." He explained.

"It’s okay. Honestly, if it weren’t for Sed picking me up, I might’ve been even later than you," Snow replied with a chuckle.

Marcus took a seat across from her, tilting his head in curiosity.

"Sed picked you up? I thought he was assigned to Demetri today."

"He was," she confirmed.

"I rode with your brother on the way here."

At that, Marcus’ expression darkened slightly. His brows furrowed, and his jaw tensed ever so slightly.

"You rode with Demetri?"

Snow blinked at his sudden shift in mood, then gave a small nod.

"Yeah. He was in the car with me."

She subtly gestured toward Demetri, who was seated across the room, engaged in conversation with a stunning woman.

Following her gaze, Marcus turned his head and spotted his older brother. Demetri, noticing the attention, smirked and lifted a hand in greeting. But Marcus didn’t return the gesture. Instead, he faced Snow again, his tone cool but laced with something else... a fit of jealousy.

"He’s handsome, isn’t he?" He asked casually, but there was a sharpness in his voice.

Snow noticed it right away and giggled.

"You were so excited for me to meet him earlier. And now you’re acting like this?"

Marcus scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, I wanted to be the one to introduce you to him. I didn’t expect you two to cross paths like that. I should’ve been the one to pick you up."

Snow sighed, shaking her head with amusement.

"You’re being ridiculous again," she teased. Then, leaning forward slightly, she added with a playful smile, "But yes, your brother is handsome."

Marcus narrowed his eyes at her.

"But you..." she continued, swirling her glass of wine before taking a sip, "are more handsome."

That seemed to calm him, at least a little.

Snow's eyes drifted back to Demetri. He was deep in conversation with the woman across from him. She leaned in playfully, resting a hand on his arm. Then, without hesitation, she pulled him in for a slow kiss.

A strange, uneasy feeling stirred in Snow’s stomach. But Demetri knew she was watching because just as their eyes met, he kissed the woman again, this time even deeper.

Her lips parted slightly, taken aback. ‘Was that intentional?’ Snow asked inside her mind.

Deciding to ignore it, she turned her focus back to Marcus, who had also seen what happened. He scoffed under his breath.

"Such a womanizer," he muttered.

Snow lifted a brow.

"You think so?"

Marcus nodded.

"I know so. He’s never been the type to settle down."

Snow hummed in thought, then smirked.

"Good thing I’m allergic to playboys," she joked.

Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. He knew Snow well enough, she had always despised men who toyed with women’s hearts. And yet, as she glanced back at Demetri one last time, she couldn't shake the feeling that something about him was... different.

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**Demetri's POV**

I couldn’t focus.

Alvira was sitting right in front of me, her voice a sweet hum in the background, her hand resting on my thigh and her fingers teasing. But I couldn't focus on flirting today.

Tonight, my attention was elsewhere.

Across the room, Snow sat with Marcus, her delicate fingers wrapped around the stem of a wine glass, her lips curling into a soft smile as she listened to him speak. The way she looked at him, stirred something in me. Annoyance? Envy? Maybe something darker.

Marcus had always been the golden child, the one who could do no wrong in our father’s eyes. The responsible one. The favored son.

And now, he had her.

I smirked to myself, swirling the drink in my hand. I had taken things from Marcus before. It was almost too easy.

What if… I did it again?

My fingers curled into a fist beneath the table, my mind betraying me with forbidden images. Snow’s lips parted in a gasp beneath mine. The warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. The sound of my name whispered from those pretty lips instead of his.

Maybe… just maybe… I’d make sure Snow wouldn’t remain Marcus’ fiancée for long.

Alvira leans in, her fingers grazing my thigh with a deliberate slowness. She tilts her head, lips curved into a teasing smirk.

“So… where are we going after this?” she murmurs, voice dripping with suggestion.

I meet her gaze, a slow smile tugging at my lips. I can feel the heat of her touch, the way her fingertips move with intent. She’s making it clear what she wants, and I’m not one to reject a woman who knows exactly how to ask. Leaning closer, I lower my voice to a whisper against her ear.

“That depends… where do you want to go?”

She chuckles, dark and knowing. Without another word, she rises to her feet, tossing me a glance that needs no interpretation. I follow her out of the room, my pulse steady but my anticipation sharp.

When we are inside the hotel room, in an instant, she’s on me, her lips pressing against mine. My hands move instinctively, tracing the curves beneath her dress, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. She tastes like wine and recklessness, and I let myself drown in it, letting my hands claim more, letting my lips trail lower.

But then, for a split second, my mind betrays me.

I see her. Snow.

The thought of her crashes into me like a tidal wave. I can feel the softness of her skin, hear the breathless hitch in her voice, and see the way her lips parted a bit. She’s not here, but my body reacts as if she is. The mere thought surprised part of something deeper in me... something more dangerous.

I grip Alvira’s waist tighter, my movements growing more urgent, but not because of her. It’s the fantasy unraveling in my head, the one I shouldn’t be having. In my mind, it’s Snow against me. Snow gasping under my touch. Snow whispering and moaning my name.

I know it’s wrong. She belongs to Marcus. But right now, I don’t care. I will fucking someone else while imagining her. Imagining Snow that I fúck her hard.

Alvira moans, nails digging into my back, but I barely register it. My thoughts are lost in someone else.

Fúck! I just saw Snow for a while ago but she makes me insane already!

And the more I imagine her, the more I want her.