Alpha Nero
“Go!”
I scoff incredulously at her, and she chuckles before shooting me a wink. “Goodnight, Maria,” I say and roll my eyes as I open the door.
Nero looks up when I walk outside, and I am struck again at how handsome he is. Today he’s not wearing a suit, but dark jeans, a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt that pulls across his chest and thick biceps. His dark hair is all mussed up as if he’s been running his fingers through it all day, and his eyes… Gods, his eyes feel like a tide pulling me in.
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