The Billionaire Stepbrother's Forbidden Claim
Drinks in hand, we toasted mid-dance, taking swigs before diving back into the rhythm.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Vianca shouted, tugging me into a more crowded spot on the floor. I felt the energy of the crowd, the flashing lights, the bass vibrating through my chest—it was intoxicating.
Every so often, Yuri would weave his way back to me, catching my gaze and smirking. “You really know how to let loose,” he whispered when he leaned in.
I grinned, brushing a stray hair from my face. “I have good teachers,” I teased, thinking of Reese and my friends.
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