Isabella spent the afternoon wandering the house like a ghost, picking at lunch she didn't want and avoiding Lorenzo's office. The invitation for the gala sat on the counter, all fancy with its gold edges—on his yacht tonight, family and business mixed like always. She finally headed upstairs to get ready, flipping through dresses in the closet. Nothing felt right. Ended up with a black one, sleek but safe, the kind that wouldn't draw eyes. As she zipped it up, her mind slipped back to that red dress from the club, how it had felt against her skin when his hands pushed it higher.That thought alone made her pause, a warm flush creeping up. The way his breath had been on her neck, hot and steady, like he was savoring her. She shook it off, but the ache lingered, low and annoying. Why couldn't she just forget? It was one stupid night. But her body remembered everything—his fingers teasing slow, building her up till she couldn't think straight.Lorenzo was downstairs when she came down,
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