Isla pov This man… I wasn’t even sure how to describe Alaric right now, but if there was one word for it, it would be shameless. Shameless because as he drove down the road, his hand rested on my thigh, right on the slit that ran from my inner left thigh down to my leg. My body tensed, reacting just like it always did around him, especially as he casually began rubbing his large hand along my skin. The fact that he didn’t even glance at me, his eyes fixed on the road with a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips, told me he knew exactly what he was doing. “God, what is he doing?” I whispered under my breath, glancing down at the bright red roses in front of me as a blush crept onto my face. Back at the penthouse, when Alaric had first seen me, he’d dropped the flowers in his hands and shamelessly said out loud. “Fuck, is it possible not to go anymore? I can think of better ways to spend the night.” And Liam’s dry response? “That’s not possible, boss. The president is attendin
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