The ride to my apartment is a complete blur of screeching tires, flashing red lights, and me praying to every deity I can think of that my mother doesn’t have a stopwatch.“We’re here,” Sweet Poison murmurs, smoothly pulling the beautiful beast of a car right up to the curb of my building. He doesn’t even look out of breath. Meanwhile, I look and feel like I just survived a hurricane.“You are a lifesaver,” I say, meaning it like hell, frantically unbuckling the seatbelt. I throw open the door, but before I can slip out, I stop and glance back at him.Under the dim streetlights, his dark eyes are watching me with that same quiet, utterly devastating charm. “I owe you. Big time. Like, name-my-firstborn-child-after-you kind of owe you.”He lets out a soft, low chuckle. “I’ll hold you to that, sweetheart. Now go. Run.”I don’t need to be told twice. I sprint out of the car, burst through the lobby doors, and practically throw myself into the elevator. Come on, come on, come on! The numbe
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