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JaneJulius Armstrong's piercing grey gaze locked with mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but the humiliation grew even worse. It wasn't enough that I had caught my fiancé fucking my best friend minutes before our wedding. It wasn't enough that Hudson had kept going, had mocked me and had reduced me to nothing while he buried himself inside Maribel.Now his father had witnessed it too. The most powerful and intimidating man I had ever known had just seen me at my most pathetic.Fresh tears spilled down my carefully made-up face. I couldn't breathe. The walls were closing in, and Hudson's voice still echoed in my head.Pathetic. Unwanted. Nothing.My hands fisted in the layers of white lace as my entire body trembled, my lips quivering. I had to get out. I needed to run. I had to be anywhere but here, standing frozen while Julius Armstrong looked at me with those unreadable eyes.I raised my dress slightly and raced out of the room, my heels clicking against the floors.“Jane

JaneMy eyes locked with Julius’s and in that moment, I saw my own desperation reflected back at me.“Please,” I whispered, my hands sliding up his chest to frame his face. “Please make me forget. Just for a few minutes. Make me forget Hudson. Make me forget—” My voice cracked. “Make me forget everything. Please, Julius.”His jaw clenched, conflict warring in those grey eyes. “Jane—”“I need this,” I said desperately. "I need to feel wanted. Even if it's wrong. Even if it's just for a moment. Please.”Something in Julius broke. I saw it happen. I saw the moment his iron control shattered. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me harder against him, and when he kissed me this time, it was with complete surrender.“God help me,” He groaned against my mouth. “I can't say no to you.”His lips moved to my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there while his hands roamed everywhere, my back, my waist, sliding down to grip my ass through the layers of fabric. I gasped, grinding do

JaneThe city lights blurred past the tinted windows as Julius's driver who Julius had called after we fucked in the car, navigated through downtown. I sat in the back of the car, my wedding dress a wrinkled mess around my thighs, my body still trembling from what we had just done. What I had just done.I should have felt guilty. Horrified. Ashamed of myself for fucking my fiancé's father in the back of a car while Hudson waited at the altar, but all I felt was alive.Julius sat beside me, his hand possessive on my thigh, his grey eyes studying me like I was a puzzle he intended to solve. He had barely spoken since we finished. He just held me while I caught my breath, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.“Where are we going?” I finally asked, my voice hoarse.“My place,” His thumb stroked higher, dangerously close to where I was still slick and sensitive. “Unless you prefer I drop you somewhere else?”I wanted to say yes. I wanted to ask him to take me to a hotel, or back