The CEO'S Plaything
His name stared back at her, bold and unrelenting, as if daring her to answer.
Gloria’s smirk faded. “Who is it?” she asked, her tone now laced with genuine concern.
Sky didn’t answer. Her hand hovered over the phone, her pulse roaring in her ears. She could feel Gloria’s eyes boring into her, but all her focus was on the screen, on the name that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
With a deep breath, she pressed accept and lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello Xavier?”
“Angel” Xavier’s voice was a low, lethal growl, dripping with authority and a dangerous edge that sent a chill down her spine. “I hope you’re ready.”
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