ADRIÁN’S POV“One… Four… Fifty-fucking-nine… One hundred.” I counted nothing while staring into nothingness.I turned to my side, eyes drawn to the slow rise and fall of her chest, her plump, perfect breasts moving with each quiet breath.Her brows creased—a flicker of discomfort, a nightmare taking hold.My hands curled into fists. Was she dreaming of something terrible? Of someone hurting her?I wanted to crush the nightmare. Rip it apart and make it better.She moved slowly, and the blanket moved from her body, and her perfect perky breasts came into view.I watched her pink lips pout slowly as she slept, and my cock resurrected again. I envisaged savaging her, devouring her pussy while she slept, wondering how she would react to that.I moved a strand of her wild brunette hair from her face and she sunk into the pillow, her legs brushing against my cock unintentionally. “Fuck!” I stiffened.A crazy thought ran through my head. No…more like a shipment of them.Thoughts like pinni
KIRA’S POV“Fuck,” he murmured, pulling back slightly, his lips were swollen. He glared at me as though he were searching for something. I peered at the woman lying down lifelessly on the floor.“There is literally a dead woman right here Adrian,” I whispered as though he could hear me. I whispered as if she could hear me.He stared at me for a beat, the same unreadable expression on his face, before letting out a sigh, or was it a curse? I wasn’t sure. I was too horned out to care.And that’s a problem why?” He raised a brow, looking at me like I was the crazy one.I scowled. “We’re disrespecting the dead. I can’t have sex in front of a corpse! What if she starts haunting my dreams?”His lips curled into a smirk. “Who said anything about sex?”Whatever ecstasy I had felt before instantly evaporated.Shit.How stupid was I to assume we were about to have sex? He must think I’m a desperate, sex-craving mess.God, this is so embarrassing.“I—I, um, I thought w-we—”Before I could finis
KIRA POVI take it back…Adrian Vasilios was a heartless bastard who didn’t deserve an ounce of kindness from me.“Kira, wait,” his voice chased after me, urgent, relentless.I pretended not to hear him and continued walking.He has nothing to say to me?I ignored him and kept walking, my vision blurring with unshed tears. I had no right to cry… we weren’t a couple, we weren’t even speaking, but that didn’t stop the ache in my chest. He’d had her in the kitchen where we eat. God knows what had already happened before I walked in.Before I could reach the spiral staircase, a rough hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.Damn, my short legs.I spun around, yanking my arm free, and shot him a glare sharp enough to cut. He stared at me with something infuriatingly soft in his expression. His shirt was back on, but his belt hung loose around his waist, and his hair was still a mess, a damning reminder of exactly what I’d just walked in on.“What do you want, Adrian?” My voice was
KIRA’S POVI threw on a regular tee, having no idea what Antonio had planned for us—or even where we were going. But I wasn’t worried. Unlike Adrian and his other men, Antonio seemed more relaxed, almost laid-back. I had no doubt I was in safe hands.Antonio told me to meet him in the penthouse garage, and for some reason, it didn’t even cross my mind to mention that I had never been there before. Thankfully, one of the hotel guides who had brought in my luggage showed me the way.When I arrived, I found Antonio leaning casually against a sleek blue Lamborghini. And wow…the car was gorgeous.But what really caught my attention was Antonio himself.He had changed into a tux, the kind you’d wear to an important event. He stared at me, rubbing his hands together before huffing in clear disapproval as he assessed my very simple outfit.Suddenly, I felt like I had done something wrong.I was underdressed.“So, did you have something important planned?” I asked, tilting my head. “You don’t
KIRA'S POVWe all waited until barely a minute later Dylan finally appeared with another man, offering a smooth apology for his absence. He claimed he had to take care of some things…and I knew exactly what those ‘things’ were. My stomach twisted as I watched him move over to Kayla, and kiss her forehead as he slid an arm around Kayla’s waist like he hadn’t just been with someone else.After the toast, Dylan stepped into the center of the room, his voice dripping with charm as he professed his undying love for Kayla. He went on about how excited he was to spend forever with her, how she was the love of his life, and blah, blah, blah.I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to stay quiet. Liar.In the middle of his speech, I noticed his eyes scanning across the room… until it landed on mine. A small, mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, taunting me. Mocking me. And even while doing that, he didn’t miss a beat, as he effortlessly told his perfect little love story to everyone
KIRA’S POVBefore I could fully process what was happening, Dylan’s voice broke through again. “I didn’t have a choice, Gia, but I promise you, she means nothing to me.”Was Dylan cheating on Kayla? And who was this woman? I was too afraid to move, worried they would discover me.“You’re a fucking liar, Dylan!” Gia’s voice cracked with emotion. “You told me you weren’t going to go through with the wedding, and yet here you are, at this huge engagement party, playing the perfect fiancé. I am not going to be your whore or your mistress. I don’t care if she’s pregnant or not… I deserve better than this.”I felt Dylan move closer to the stalls. Instinct kicked in, and I climbed onto the toilet seat, pressing my back against the cold wall, making myself as small as possible. Through the gap beneath the door, I saw his shadow pause. He was checking to see if they were alone.“You’re not my whore, Gia,” he sighed, his voice low. “I told you…my father made a shitty deal with the Vasillios, so