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****ALEXANDER'S**** “Look who it is,” Raphael muttered, subtly tilting his head toward the direction I was meant to look. I followed his gaze—and immediately scowled. Declan. The idiot strutted toward me with his little posse trailing behind him. The women were barely dressed, leaving nothing to the imagination, and his men… well, they looked just as useless as ever. “Antonio,” he sneered, eyeing me without a shred of respect. “Watch your tone, Declan,” I growled. Behind me, Sergio and my guards shifted slightly, ready—but I didn’t need them. I could take him apart in seconds. Declan swallowed. He tried to hide it, but I saw it. Fear. A chuckle slipped past my lips. “I think you’re forgetting something,” I said, stepping closer, my voice low and dangerous. “I can do whatever I want. And you really don’t want me teaching you a lesson.” From the corner of my eye, I caught Raphael smirking. A crowd had already begun to gather, no doubt expecting a fight. They weren’t getting on

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***EMILY GRAYSON'S***"Lexi, I can't wear this; it’s too revealing,” I complained. It was a very short satin gown with a bold neckline. “It’s not,” Lexi replied. “This dress is perfect for the occasion.” “Which occasion?” I asked. “Getting you a new boyfriend,” she responded. “My God, Lexi, I am not ready for another relationship. Please. Besides, what about you? Any new boyfriend or girlfriend?” I asked. Lexi is bisexual. “Whoa, girl! Don’t make this about me.” “Well, if you must know, I just met this girl. She’s a waitress at this big club I know—we’re actually going there now. But…” she paused for a second, “…we’re just messing around. It’s nothing serious,” Lexi replied. “Really now?” “Yeah!” she shrugged, keeping her gaze forward. “Now let’s go.” We reached the club, and Lexi went straight to the bar counter to greet a waitress with short brown hair and tattoos covering both hands like sleeves. She’s pretty. Wait a minute… is Lexi blushing? Wow, that

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***EMILY**“Nice meeting you again, Emily. Would you mind if I steal your friend for a bit?” Haze asked.“Of course not,” I replied.“No! No—I can’t leave her alone; it’s her first time here,” Lexi cut in quickly, as if she’d just snapped out of whatever spell Haze had her under“Lexi, I’ll be fine,” I assured her.“You sure?” she asked, though she looked like she was dying to be alone with her.“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyesI watched them walk off together, but that intense feeling of being watched still lingered. I glanced around again—everyone seemed busy with their own conversations.“Hey, Emily, right?”“Yeah… hmm,” I said, trying to place his name.“Joseph,” he reminded me. “Right, Joseph. Sorry—I’m terrible with names.”“No problem, Princess.” His gaze dragged over me slowly, unapologetically. “How's your night going? Let me buy you a drink.”“I’m good, thanks,” I said quickly. There was something about the way he looked at me—it made my skin crawl, as if he we

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***ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S****We walked over to the back of the room and past some double doors to find the boxing ring. "Is he here?" I asked Raphael. His eyes searched the loud, crowded arena, as did mine. "I can't see him," he sighed. I ran a hand through my dark hair and rubbed my stubble. We were in an illegal boxing club."He's here," I said as I walked across to the booths. I knew he was here—the very man who had been stealing my money. He had gone into hiding after I killed his partner. I glanced every so often at the different booths, checking to see who was inside them. Suddenly, I stopped at one when I saw the bastard. I walked into the booth, and the man stood up, as did his two friends."Relax, sit," I gestured as I took a seat in the booth. I placed my legs on top of the low coffee table, which was littered with empty glasses and alcohol. I smirked as I watched the men pale and promptly sit back down. Raphael also took a seat and started to pour a drink for himself."

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***ALEXANDER***But she can't see me; she turned back to her friend, who was saying something to her while pointing to a guy by raising her drink. He's one of my security here; his name is Joseph. He raised his drink too and stood up from his seat. He started walking to them with a flirting smile. I watched him introduce himself, shaking Emily's friend's hand, but Emily just waved at him. (That's my girl.) The next minute, Haze joined them, and her and Emily's friend walked off, leaving Emily alone with Joseph. I watched him move closer to Emily, invading her personal space. Saying something to her before he put his hands on her waist. Looking at Emily's face, she is not happy about where his hands are, and I am starting to get angry. Her body is tense that's my clue. I start walking to them."Get your hands off her," I said, startling both of them. They turned to look at me: a surprised Emily and a frightened Joseph. "Boss," he said, trembling. "Why are your hands on my

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***EMILY'S GRAYSON'S***I found my apartment door unlocked, which immediately set me on edge. I clearly remembered locking it before I left—and it wasn’t Lexi. I had texted her on my way home; she was still with Haze. I hesitated outside, debating whether to go in or not, when the door suddenly opened from the inside. And there he was: Jack. “Are you coming in or not?” he asked casually. My heart skipped a beat, but not in a good way. “What are you doing in my house? How did you get in?” He shrugged. “Did you forget I know where you keep your spare key? And who was that guy that dropped you off?” I pushed past him and stepped inside. “That’s none of your business. Have you forgotten we’re not together anymore?” I shut the door behind me, but Jack followed me further into the apartment. “It is my business. You’re my girlfriend.” “Ex,” I corrected sharply. “We’re exes now. You don’t get to take my spare key and walk into my apartment like you own the place.”I turned to face hi

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***EMILY***Alex’s gray eyes searched my face, and I forced mine to remain open and unreadable. He lifted his hand again, his thumb brushing lightly over the tender skin of my cheek and neck. It still stung, but I refused to react. His lips met mine, soft, slow. Once. Twice. My lips parted instinctively, craving more of the quiet intoxication he offered. But just as quickly, he pulled away. “Let’s go,” Alex said, taking my hand. We walked toward his car—different from the one he’d dropped me off in yesterday. I didn’t know much about cars, but even I could tell this one screamed expensive. He opened the passenger door for me. “Thank you,” I murmured. He gave a small nod before rounding the car and sliding into the driver’s seat. Moments later, we were on the road. Alex was unusually quiet. Not that I was much better. The silence stretched between us, thick and awkward. I fidgeted with my fingers, glancing out the window.“So,” Alex finally said, his voice cutting thr

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* **EMILY***When we arrived at Alex’s house, I couldn’t help but stare. The gate stood tall and black, wrought iron shaped into elegant curves that somehow softened its intimidation without taking it away. Set into a polished stone pillar was a small glass panel—barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Alex pressed his finger against it. A quiet click followed, and the gate opened with a low mechanical sigh. Beyond it, the driveway stretched forward like a private corridor, smooth stone reflecting the house ahead. Soft lights embedded along the edges flickered to life as dusk settled, guiding the way. Tall cypress trees lined the path, their shadows long and watchful.The house itself rose at the end like something out of a dream—broad, composed, and quietly intimidating. Dark stone walls absorbed the fading light, giving it a heavy, almost commanding presence. Some of the tall windows glowed warmly; others remained dark and unreadable. Nothing about this place

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****ALEXANDER'S****The next morning, I woke to Emily pressing her back against me, her ass directly on my hard dick. Warm and soft, her hair was a tangled spill across my arm and pillow. A quiet smile tugged at my lips as I lowered my mouth to her neck, breathing her in. “Good morning,” I murmured, my voice waking her up. “How was your night?” “Good,” she replied, her voice still husky with sleep. Her fingers drifted lazily over the curve of my bicep, back and forth, as if she were memorizing the feel of me. The way she settled into my arms felt grounding. Safe. Addicting. “That’s good,” I said quietly. I slid my hand to her jaw, guiding her face toward mine—firm but careful—and pressed my lips to hers. She stiffened at first, caught off guard by the hunger in the kiss, then slowly melted into it. She leaned back against me, clutching at my side as I deepened it.The way she responded—those soft hums, the quiet gasps she tried to hide—sent something sharp and electri

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****EMILY***Coming out of the bathroom, I spotted clothes laid neatly on the bed, a small piece of paper on top of it."Wear this," was the writing on it. It was a black dress. Alex must have put it there while I was in the bathroom. I reached for it and slipped it on—it fit me perfectly. Too perfect. How did he even know my size? I grabbed my bag. Thank God—I always carried a little makeup with me. Carefully, I covered the faint mark on my face. It wasn’t as obvious as it had been yesterday. When I was done, I slipped back into the shoes I’d worn the day before and headed toward the kitchen. Alex was setting the table. He’d freshened up and changed into a new black suit—always black. “Hey, you’re done. Let’s eat,” he said, looking up. “Thanks for the dress,” I replied, taking the seat he pulled out for me. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “It’s my duty as your boyfriend to take care of you,” he murmured. We started eating. “You don’t have to

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