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Dante's POV"Where's the dessert?" she whispered, fingers curling into my tie like a drunk little kitten who thought she was in control.Jesus Christ.The one time I joke, the one time I tease her—of course she's serious about it. Of course she remembered that stupid line.I was kidding. Mostly.I studied her flushed cheeks, the way her eyes kept blinking, not really focused, her lips parted, breath warm from the wine. She hadn't even touched the dessert at the restaurant. Because she's drunk, Dante. Pull yourself together."No, Sera," I murmured, brushing my thumb along her wrist before peeling her hand off me. "You're drunk."That should've been it. I was already turning to leave—to walk this off, to cool down.But then—her hand caught my arm.I turned.She kissed me.Messy. Sudden. Tasting like expensive wine and poor decisions.What the hell is wrong with this girl?I grabbed her shoulders, ready to peel her off, to steady her, to get control of the situationBut she looked up at

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Sera's POVI woke up to the dull pound of a headache blooming right behind my eyes. My head felt heavy, the weight of sleep still clinging to my limbs. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the warm morning light peeking through the curtains. Then I noticed him.Dante.Right there. Beside me.I sat up quickly, the blanket clutching to my chest, my messy hair falling into my face. My heart jumped like I'd just been caught doing something wrong.He was laying on his back, one arm folded behind his head, the other resting lazily across his stomach. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, smooth skin peeking through the fabric, unfairly perfect even in sleep. His breathing was steady, slow, like nothing could shake him—not even the chaos starting to form in my chest.I glanced to the bedside table.Makeup remover. Cotton pads. Lip gloss smear on one of them. My gloss.My face flushed as bits of last night flickered through my foggy mind like broken film.The restaurant. The steak. The wine—Oh, G

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I stripped, took a long, cold shower to clear the fog, and when I stepped out—new Sera.Towel. Hair damp. No more wide-eyed what did I do Sera.Now, I was strategic Sera.Simple makeup. Just enough to make my lips look fuller, sharpen the angles of my cheeks, give my eyes that quiet threat behind the softness.Black dress. Not the flirty kind, the kind that knew exactly what it was doing. Body-hugging. Clean lines. A V-cut that framed just enough to make someone stare and second-guess whether they should. My fingers smoothed the fabric over my hips, the silk sliding like a secret I wasn't ready to share yet.And when I stepped out, the click of black Louboutins against marble echoed like a warning.Not too much.Just enough.No more apology energy.I was going to break him before he broke me.I stepped into the lobby. The receptionist straightened like she'd been waiting for me all morning. "Ms. Leone, Mr. Moretti is expecting you at the VIP Lounge." I didn't speak, just nodded, soft,

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