The room smelled like jasmine and cigarette smoke.Nathan Ward leaned back against the velvet headboard, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The woman beside him—someone whose name he hadn’t bothered to remember—was tracing circles on his chest with long, painted nails.“You’re quieter tonight,” she whispered, her voice soft, teasing. “You usually talk more.”Nathan’s grey eyes shifted to her. “Talking isn’t what you came here for.”She giggled, low and breathy. “You’re impossible, you know that?”“I’ve been told,” he said, his tone flat but charming enough to make her blush.Her perfume filled the air—too sweet, too heavy—and for a moment, the scent made his head ache. Still, he reached for her, his hand sliding to the back of her neck pulling her hair. She shivered, leaning closer, desperate for attention that he gave only half-heartedly.Every touch, every sound, every sigh—it was all familiar. Too familiar.He had repeated this dance with so many women
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