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Watched the calculation move through him with the quiet efficiency of a man who did calculations quickly and had made this particular one before. He reached past me and pulled the door closed. His fingers brushed mine in the action and the contact produced the usual warmth, that involuntary current that my body had been running since the first meeting and had not yet learned to stop running, and I felt it and felt the frustration of feeling it, the specific complication of wanting someone you are not certain you should trust. The latch clicked. A small death. A possibility sealed away. "Some things are meant to remain closed," he said, his voice returned to honey. "For now, at least."

He opened the window and climbed inside, his heart pounding with anticipation as he took her in his arms and pulled her close. As Penelope tried to express her concerns about the danger of Liam's visit, he silenced her with a passionate kiss. But the moment was short-lived as a loud knock echoed through the room. Penelope's heart raced as she quickly motioned for Liam to hide in her extensive wardrobe, stacked with luxurious gowns and fur coats. He quickly complied, masking his alpha aura as he tucked himself away amongst the fabrics. Penelope sat on her bed, her hands nervously wringing in her lap as she heard the familiar sound of her father's footsteps approaching her room. Her mother, Lu

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CHAPTER 2 The door handle turned. Chloe’s voice came through the wood, bright and far too close. “Mom? Why is this locked?” Isabella’s hand clamped over my mouth. We were still naked, the sheets were soaked, my thighs wet from everything she had just done to me. Isabella called out, her voice carefully calm even while her other hand shoved my clothes at me. “One second, baby. I’m changing.” We moved like the room was on fire. I yanked my shirt and shorts on with shaking hands. Isabella threw on a robe, yanked the comforter over the wet spot, and opened the window. The second we looked slightly normal she opened the door.

She left her bedroom door cracked open on purpose. —NIGHT— Just after midnight, a soft knock sounded against the wood. Ava sat up. "Come in." James stepped inside and shut the door quietly behind him. He was still wearing the black T-shirt from earlier, jeans sitting low on his hips, the top button already undone. His eyes moved over her bare legs, the way the shirt had ridden up, then locked on her face. The air in the room felt heavier the second the door clicked shut. "You left it open," he said, voice low.

I lied again. The truth is that I read romance novels only if the author is Isadora Hartmann. Every one of her books lived on a dedicated shelf in my home. I could quote passages from her first collections to her latest released book. She looked at me as if she did not fully believe me yet she let the topic drop as the café came into view. I parked, stepped out, and opened her door. She stood and met my eyes with a clear boundary. “You are not following me inside,” she said in a finality that sounded like a plea. “Stay with the car, please.”

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📚LA COLÈRE D'UNE FEMME AMOUREUSE 📚MARIAM SÔ 📚MA VIE 📚MA BELLE FAMILLE 📚OBSESSION CACHÉE 📚PAMELA PARDONNE MOI 📚 Du Paradis pour L'ENFER 📚 La femme de Ma galère 📚 TOI et Moi Pour la Vie ( En Pré commande 📚 Corazón separables ( Coeur inséparables) À paraître 📚 Le Trône ( À paraître) 📚 Le Procès ( À Paraître) ✍️Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume✍️

"Natalie, get ready. Francis wants you at the club tonight." "No way," I said. "He insists. You're going." Nora stepped in, voice hushed as she said, "Mr. Collins will be there too. He said...it's your chance." I eyed her. "Chance for what?" "Your ticket out." She slipped me a note with an address and a time. "Stick to the plan." I gripped the note, nodding once. ... The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices.

He deserves to do as much, considering I closed out the room and packed up for all three of us at Christmas after they went running like mad men after their women. I’d probably do the same if I had my own woman. If it were Nora I was trying to get back, but I’m not in that space right now. I’m just dreading the night ahead. Dreading the bland and boring women I know will come across that stage. As we reach and walk past the reception desk, I say to Reid, “I forgot to mention there’s a creepy guy staying here. Had to chase him off on my