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Then added, “With some steam.” Hayden pinched my butt. “Naughty girl.” I pinched his arm or tried to. His skin was hard and soft at the same time, made with muscles and tears of children, probably. “How about this? The Duke and The Princess,” he said, surprising me with a shirtless cover of a faceless Duke and the heroine in a scandalous red corset dress. I was busy reading the blurb, but he turned the page on the screen and had started reading it. I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice.

Duke speaks up in his defense and stops when the door opens and a tall, dark, yet identical figure of Zane stands by the door! The resemblance is uncanny! Like Zane got into a photocopier. The stranger is clad in a pair of tight denim and a black leather jacket. His jet-black hair is styled in a chaotic wave. Charming and chaotic. A helmet is strapped between his ribs and his arm. “Cleo?” His sultry baritone rings in my head, and my name is soft on his lips. He casually strolls in, too hot for his own good. “Damn the photos, Duke. She’s fucking fine.”

“Here’s a cover-up. I’m going to find some more in your size. Ooh, maybe a nice blue!” She hurried off, seeming more excited about shopping than anything. Still, I put the shirt on, grateful for the coverage, and went to get my clothes. Sarah had found a bikini in bright yellow. Amy found an orange two-piece, and Duke chose a pair of trunks with palm trees on them. I don’t know what else Sarah and the others had picked out, but I was glad to be leaving the little store without having to try anything else on. Uma’s eyes twinkled with mischief as Duke offered me a pair of sunglasses.

He pulled off his gloves slowly, not breaking eye contact. "Who are you?" Victoria asked, standing abruptly. "Name's Lucien St. James. The Duke’s new business partner. Or at least, I was invited under that pretense." "The Duke mentioned no such thing." "He wouldn’t. But here I am." Before she could press further, the door behind Lucien opened again. The Duke entered, pausing at the sight of them. "I see you've met," he said, closing the door behind him. Victoria narrowed her eyes. "What's going on?"

"Who made it, Duke? Nugee?" "Turn around", said Mr Alexandra. The Duke pivoted obediently, and stood craning his head over his shoulder to see what effect this aspect of the garment produced on the Beau. Mr Alexandra examined him from head to foot, and walked slowly round him. He studied the length of the tails, and pursed his lips; he observed the cut across the shoulders, and raised his brows. Lastly, he took one of the lapels between his finger and thumb, and carefully felt it. "Monterotondo", he said earnestly, "do you call this thing a coat?"

Returning back to his work, Duke Autumus motioned Mary Lin to report him about matters that have landed her in this current state. Duke Autumus does not look like his age instead he looks younger. He would wear a slim-fitting tailored black suit emphasizing his broad shoulders and well-built figure. Underneath the suit, his white shirt would always be buttoned way up to the collar. His raven black hair would always be groomed properly along with his strong defined features. His entire figure shrouded in abstinence and a cold indifferent aura, he looked the very definition of a handsome Duke with deep grey eyes in some fantasy romance novels. He is and always will be the most desired man amon

Duke Lancia said when they meet in the living room. Armano, wear a formal military suit in the same color with his daughter. His hair combed to the back. Showing his beautiful forehead. Duke Lancia looks ten years younger than his original age. Cecilia smiled when she notices that his father wearing the cuff link which she bought at the mask festival. Both of his hands wear a white glove, too. "I'm glad you wear it, Father. Anyway, you look a hundred times cooler than before." Armano pat her head gently before offering his right arm to her, "These cuff links was your first gift. All I can do is treasure this. Then, shall we go now? Or, did you need something?"