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He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, a

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

“Come on, Vincenzo, I’d be stupid not to love this gown. Have you seen the way it looks on me? It’s perfect.” I smiled, twirling slightly to let the fabric flow around me. “You truly are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” I added with exaggerated adoration. Vincenzo chuckled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “And don’t you forget it, Little Mouse.” Vincenzo’s fingers still lingered at my waist, his touch both possessive and gentle. I smirked up at him, watching as his gaze narrowed ever so slightly—like he was trying to read my mind, trying to get ahead of whatever I might say next.

I said, though my heart was beating too loudly. She studied me again, her gaze lingering on my face, my hair, my eyes. “Are you the new bride?” she asked suddenly. “The one everyone has been whispering about?” I hesitated. “Yes.” Her eyes widened again. “So it is true,” she murmured. “The Alpha has taken a bride. And it is you.” “You still have not told me who you are,” I said. She blinked as if realizing she had forgotten. “Mara,” she said. “My name is Mara Jonathan.”

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

I was too invested in what I was reading to look up until the person spoke. “Hello, are you Miss. Hathaway?” I raised my head and my heart fluttered at the sight of the good-looking man standing in my office. He was tall and had muscles that were defined by the expensive quality of his royal blue suit. He had perfectly styled dark hair and perfectly cut facial features. He looked like he just stepped out off a runway. This man had to be the second most good-looking man after Anthony. “Hi,” I said in a low voice and he stepped closer with his hands stretched out for a handshake.

Mister handsome added. I nodded as I approached the front door of Mister handsome house. I entered the password, and the door opened on its own. Mister handsome's house is stunning, and I couldn't help but stare at everything around me. The interior design is stunning, and everything screams luxury. "You've returned, lover boy." A lady's voice could be heard from afar. "Anyway, I really missed you." The voice continued, and that's when a beautiful young lady with brown hair appeared, walking towards the sitting room, but was damm surprised to see a lady rather than Prince Arthur Alanson.

No way… Damon turned slowly, meeting her gaze with the same sly smile from the night before—calm, composed, and dangerously charming. “Good morning, fiancée,” he said smoothly, his voice like velvet. “Ready to help me find the perfect scent… for our wedding day?” “M–maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Alejandro,” Rhian said, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting behind her back. She lifted her chin, trying to hold her composure even as her nerves betrayed her. “I meet a lot of clients.” Damon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step toward her. Then another. And another.

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