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he asked, irritably. Galvez nodded gently. "They won't even let us in?" Ythan looked incredulous. Galvez nodded again. Ythan bit his lower lip while clenching his fists. "Don't they know me? I AM YTHAN MARCUS! THE ONLY MULTI-BILLIONAIRE IN THE ENTIRE COUNTRY!" he shouted. The security head quickly and approached where Ythan's car was. He smiled at Ythan. "My boss is also a multi-billionaire," he said as he ran back to his seat.

The smell of the ocean in the air, brisk and salty. I recoiled at the sunlight, but blinked away my discomfort, looking from side to side. A shiver ran down my spine as soon as I noticed Thane, stretched out over a chaise lounge. His chest rose and fell with comfortable breaths. One arm covered his face, roped with corded muscle; the build of his body was unmistakable. I remembered being cornered by him. His broad chest burned against mine, towering over me and bringing heat to my legs. Splayed open, his shirt revealed a sprinkling of chest hair, the tattoo of a blue sea serpent coiling against his skin, disappearing into the sleeves. His blouse was tucked into the front of leather pants bri

I turned back toward the house, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my composure—and nearly choked on my own breath. Thane was descending the stairs, a cane gripped in his right hand, each step careful. And he was still shirtless. God help me. His body looked like it had been sculpted by someone with a gift for torture. Every muscle was defined with cruel precision, his skin a creamy canvas stretched over impossible angles. Broad shoulders shifted with each movement, and his stomach—sweet Jesus, his stomach, was a roadmap of ridges that would make grown women weep. Veins traced elegant patterns down his arms, over biceps and forearms.