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It happened so fast, it was the last thing Adira expected. Her heart leapt into her throat and threatened to burst from her chest as she struggled for a moment to comprehend the swift action.

Was she dreaming? Or perhaps, drunk again? Or was Nikolai really kissing her? How was it possible? How was this possible when she wasn't even drunk?

A tremor of coldness swept through her like an arctic river, freezing from her within. It was just like the first time he kissed her; that very night. Yes, she was drunk but she remembered every bit of it.

Nikolai wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't explain how he had lost so much control to kiss her.

Damn it! He thought this was going to be easy - getting married and divorcing her in a space of two years. Not until a while ago, he never understood the depth of his obsession over her.

It drove him nuts to find her in the company of another. No man should have the privilege of spending so much time with her. He knew it wasn't right. He needed to let