POSSESSION: Hate Me
Lucas merely rolled his eyes, though a faint grin tugged at his lips.
The club was a storm of lights, bass, and movement. Jamie immediately gravitated toward the dance floor, dragging Lucas reluctantly after him. Enzo hovered nearby, ever the protective sentinel, while Matteo’s sharp gaze scanned the crowd, sunglasses reflecting the strobe lights.
It didn’t take long for Jamie’s eyes to land on him—the man he’d met the previous night, the famous model. Romeo. He looked even more striking under the club’s colored lights, tall, flawless features, dark eyes that seemed to pierce the crowd. Jamie’s heart skipped a beat.
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