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Chapter 17 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… We got back to The Grey Goose, and I walked down into the club and got out the ginger ale and Glenfiddich, and tossed some ice in a lowball, intending to make my version of a Mamie Taylor. “We’re not supposed to drink on the job,” Jade said, putting her hand on top of the Glen 12.

And that was all I needed. I grabbed her chin, gently, but firmly. Forcing her to look at me. And when our eyes locked, I saw it again. That flicker. That soft, haunted thing that had no business being in her eyes now. That used to be just for me. I shouldn’t have touched her. I Shouldn’t have even wanted her right now. But I do want her. So I let my thumb drag across her bottom lip causing her to gasp. And just like that, I was hard.

He wiped his hands on a nearby cloth and picked up his phone, curious about the message. The email's subject line immediately caught his attention: "Job Offer from Montgomery Enterprises." His heart quickened, and he eagerly opened the message. It was indeed an offer for the position he had interviewed for with Isabella the day before. The words on the screen conveyed the terms of the offer, including the salary, benefits, and start date. It was an attractive package, and Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his accomplishments.

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He snaps his finger at my face and I kinda flinch a bit. "Yeah....thanks." I shuddered. He smirks and nod. I just stared at him as he helped in picking my books. "Thank you so much." I say after composing myself. "It's nothing." He said handling me my books. "Are you a newbie?." "Yeah I am." "Am Chad, nice to meet you." He says pocketing his hands. "Am Quinn. Same here." "A lovely name for a beautiful lady like you." He smirks.

Soundtrack: (Memories by Maroon5)🎵🎶 Three months later... The butler who stood at the entrance to the Bestman inc. Handed him his fur coat efficiently as he sighted his boss's son stepping out of the elevator with some of the company workers, they were all engulfed in their deep conversations that they didn't notice anyone else around.

"Marcus mentioned you are from the Northcrest territory. I have heard your pack produces the finest trackers in the entire continent. Is that true?" My grip tightened involuntarily on the delicate flute. Marcus—not the dead heir whose body my father had supposedly desecrated, but his younger cousin who had inherited both the name and the insufferable arrogance. "We do pride ourselves on our hunting skills. My father was considered one of the best before he passed." "How tragic. My condolences." He did not sound remotely sorry. "Perhaps you would honor me with a dance? I would love to hear more about the northern territories." "But of course." I flashed him a smile that promised absolutely no