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Celeste's POV Everything is happening too fast. One minute, there's a trip to Texas. The next, there's a casino game night, and Jordan Rogers has just asked if I've ever been to one.Of course, I've been to casinos, just not since rehab. I didn't give Jordan an answer because I was worried he'd find it suspicious. Instead, he's willingly offering to take me along.Does he even trust me? Because I don't trust myself entirely. And now there's the mole to worry about. Who could it possibly be?Technically, I fit every description of a potential mole. The newbie with a questionable background, no experience in politics, and an identity that would fall apart the moment someone decided to investigate me properly.If I were Jordan, I'd be suspicious of me. Hell, I suspect myself sometimes.My phone vibrates in my hand, dragging me out of my thoughts. I open the campaign group chat, type a brief message, and hit send.TEXAS TRIP HAS BEEN POSTPONED. FURTHER DETAILS TO FOLLOW. — CIARA IAN, CAM

Jordan’s POVDamon Lohan has officially lost his fucking mind. He's dragged me through a private entrance behind the bar, insisting that we need to talk somewhere nobody can hear us. Meanwhile, I've left gorgeous Ciara alone at the bar."You better be quick, Damon." I follow him down a dimly lit hallway, past two security guards who barely acknowledge us. The thought of leaving Ciara alone makes me uneasy. It's her first time in a place like this, and Jullian is probably getting his dick sucked somewhere. Knowing him, he wouldn't even bother to deny it.Damon stops in front of a black door, punches in a code, and pushes it open. Music hits me first. Then I notice the three women dancing around a pole.I stop at the entrance. "Really?"Damon looks over his shoulder. “What? You don't care for a lap dance?”"No. Thanks.""Fine." He turns and claps his hands, catching the women's attention. “All right, ladies. Give us a few minutes, will you?”They gather their things and leave through a

Jordan’s POVCiara Ian just fucking challenged me to poker, and it’s already too late to question where she got the confidence from or the audacity.I follow her to an empty poker table, where the dealer assigned to it straightens his waistcoat and gestures towards the two seats opposite each other.“Welcome. Just the two of you?”“Yes,” I answer.He nods. “Would you like to play Texas Hold’em?”“Yes.” Ciara takes the seat opposite me, crossing one leg over the other as though she’s about to attend a business meeting instead of gamble her way into my bedroom.I slide into my chair. “Unless you have something easier for her.” I laugh.“Aw, Rabbit Face. Are you worried about me?”“Just concerned.”She gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. “That’s so sweet of you. But you should be the one concerned about losing.”I laugh again. God, this woman.The dealer explains that we’ll play three hands of Texas Hold’em, with the winner of each hand taking the pot. Whoever wins two hands wins the g

Jordan's POV "What have we done?" The words hang in the darkness between us, soft and almost lost under the sound of our breathing. I turn my head on the pillow. Did she just ask me that, or was she supposed to say, "Thank you, Jordan Rogers, for making me cum"? Her eyes are still glassy from whatever just tore through her body. My cock is still hard and wet from her, resting heavily against my stomach. I don't answer her question. Instead, I say, "I haven’t cum yet.” Her brows lift, confusion flickering across her face as she tries to decide what to do with that information. Then a slow, wicked smile curves her mouth. “Fuck me again, then.” I don’t need a second invitation. I roll on top of her, settling between her thighs. She pulls me closer, and I kiss her before either of us can think too hard about what we're doing. She’s still soaked from the first round. I pull away from the kiss, line myself up, and push in hard. Just one long, deep thrust that punches a b

Celeste's POV"Campaign code 101." Sonia paces around the boardroom with her hands clasped behind her back, her heels clicking against the floor with every step. "Never let the public control your narrative. If they stop talking about you, give them something worth talking about. If they talk about you for the wrong reasons, give them a better reason." She stops pacing and turns towards us."Now, the internet trolls have finally found something else to occupy their lives, and I intend to keep it that way. We need a new event, a new location, and a strategy that puts Jordan back in the headlines for the right reasons."I stare at the presentation on the screen. A photograph of Jordan Rogers fills half of it, his ridiculously handsome face staring back at me with the kind of expression that makes me want to commit several indecent acts and then plead temporary insanity.I haven't seen his face in a week... seven days... one hundred and sixty-eight hours... not that I'm counting.I shif