Gloss POV I froze by the doorway, still gripping the note he left on my nightstand. Dream Lancaster stood there, half-leaning against the doorframe in his tailored suit, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone like he hadn’t just threatened to murder me again. “You’ve got five seconds to run,” he repeated. My body tensed. “You’re serious?” His brow lifted. “When am I not?” “Okay, just.. hear me out…” I started, then tripped over the edge of the rug. My arms flailed, the note went flying, and before I knew it, I landed squarely against his chest. The air left my lungs. His cologne hit me, clean, expensive, and dangerously distracting. For a second, neither of us moved. Then a sound I never expected broke the silence, a low, rough snort. I blinked, tilting my head up just in time to see it. His lips twitched, his shoulders stiffened, and then he laughed. Not loud, not dramatic, just a small, genuine sound that didn’t belong in this ice-cold penthouse. My jaw droppe
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