Dante’s POVI walked out of the hotel, and I couldn’t help but be amused by the mess of the last few hours. In all my forty-two years, I had never met someone who unsettled me the way she did. Most of my encounters with women were predictable—quick, ravenous, over in hours. But her? She was clumsy, feeble-minded in a way, yet oddly captivating. It was memorable, and I wasn’t used to remembering.“Boss,” Tyson greeted, bowing his head slightly. I only gave him a nod and slid into the back seat of the car. Still, I didn’t give the order to drive. Instead, I sat back, hands folded, eyes fixed on the hotel doors. She had rejected my offer earlier, but I wasn’t the kind of man to leave loose ends. I wanted to see her walk out, make sure she got home safely. Or maybe I just wanted to see her one more time.“Isn’t that the boyfriend?” I muttered when I noticed a man pacing outside, shoulders tense, jaw set.Tyson leaned forward. “You mean..”Before he could finish, she came out. Cassandra. H
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