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Of course I wouldn’t know because I had fallen asleep almost immediately, and to think I hadn’t even been sleepy. I cleared my throat quietly as I pulled myself together and sat up, the yellow sticky note on the center table caught my attention at once and I reached out and picked it up, and I read the perfectly legible note quickly; ‘Hey. In a meeting, I’ll be back soon’. I let out a breath as I set the note down. My gaze traveled around the place lazily till it landed on the bookshelf, I stood up, stretched lazily and made my way to it. My gaze skimmed through the books quickly and I found they were all boring stuff about business and all, and I was just about to walk away when a book titl

My trust in him overwhelms the fear of seeing someone wanting me dead. “ Are you okay?” Dela Vin’s voice is full of worry. I stare at his face and breathed hard, knowing he is fine. “ Breath for me, Santoro. Take a deep breath for me.” I wish I only breathe and not snap my gaze out of his face. Something smells blood: a metallic scent fills the place. This room is supposed to be filled with alcohol and scent and nothing like blood. If I can only snap my eyes out of the ground, I’m willing to do so. Except that, I’m transfixed.

If gorgeous was a person- His dark brooding eyes were staring intensely into my soul, and his dark brown messy hair was a bit damp from the light rain that was outside. His jawline was just perfect, and so was the light stubble that was spread across it. All in all, he was sexy. If the detective doesn't get here soon, I'll probably get arrested for real this time for kidnapping. I eyed him carefully as he walked over to me after closing the door threateningly slowly. He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute.

Before she could respond, her phone buzzed again. Both of them froze. She slowly pulled it from her pocket, her pulse roaring in her ears. Another anonymous email notification flashed across her screen. Atticus’s gaze locked onto the phone. “Open it.” Her fingers trembled as she tapped the message. He won’t survive this season. But you might… if you choose the right side. A cold chill ran down her spine. Atticus read the message over her shoulder, his entire body going rigid. “They’re escalating,” he said darkly.

The shame and regret consumed me as I tried to figure out how to make things right again. But why did I feel this way? Era was right. I had been controlling myself. I had been denying this disturbing attraction for too long, and now it had finally come to a head. She seemed to be okay with it, but I knew deep down that it was wrong. I had never felt this way toward any other woman before, even to Emily herself. But Era—even in her inoscent and clumsy ways—had managed to capture my attention in a way that I couldn't explain, had managed to break down my walls and awaken something within me that I never knew existed.

Too personal. And they barely knew each other. The waiter returned with drinks. Camila reached for hers at the same moment Mateo reached across the table. Their fingers brushed accidentally. Both froze instantly. The contact lasted barely a second. Still… Heat shot through Camila so quickly that it almost embarrassed her. Mateo slowly pulled his hand back. But his eyes never left hers. The air changed immediately. Thicker. Hotter. Camila swallowed hard. Neither of them spoke. Neither moved. And for one reckless moment, Camila became intensely aware of how attractive this man truly was.

Her blood turned to frozen slush. “Aren’t you going to read your note?” he prompted when she didn’t look at it, staring at him with a faraway look. “Oh! Sure.” She blinked several times, swallowing hard. Unfolding the pale-yellow slip of paper, expecting the worst, she read: I love you, Soleil. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet Kael’s and saw smoldering desire.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

His other hand came up and grabbed my chin, forcing my head to turn toward him. I met his eyes. And the air left my lungs. He was staring at me like I was the only thing left in the universe. His pupils were blown wide, swallowing the grey until only black remained. Pure obsession. A predator who’d scented blood and decided he’d never let it go. “You’re shaking,” he whispered, thumb brushing my lower lip in a soft, almost tender way. “Good. Fear keeps little cats honest.” My breath hitched and my throat tightened. I hated him. Hated how beautiful he was in the most terrifying way. Hated how my traitor body remembered exactly how his mouth felt on mine and still wanted more. His fingers slipp

I lied smoothly. “Hmm… that’s suspicious.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did you at least exchange numbers?” “Of course not. It was a one-time thing.” She leaned closer, grinning. “I know it was that dark looking mysterious guy from the VVIP section.” I shut my eyes. Shit. “Oh my God it was him!” she squealed. “Can we not? Please?” “Girl, you had sex with that man?! I knew he was into you. He looked so... intense. Mysterious. Dominant.”