Chapter 84 Can't Forget Zandra

Zandra Franco POV

We lie there together on the bed for a moment. I’m delightfully dizzy, my muscles burning like I’ve just had the best workout session of my life. Everything’s abuzz, the post-sex exhaustion sweeping over me in full force.

I don’t fully snap back to reality until I feel Xander wrap his arms around me, holding me with far more tenderness than I ever would have expected from a man like him. When he presses sweet kisses against my forehead and into my hair, I realize…

This is wrong. This is so, so wrong.

Do I regret it? Of course not.

Will I regret it? Hell yes.

Because the fact of the matter is I just slept with a man who’s slighted the De Luna’s name. I slept with the very man I swore was my enemy. What the hell was I thinking?

“Let go,” I murmur as I hastily push him away. I hop off the bed and scour the floor for my underwear. I find them hanging on the bedside lampshade.

“What’s the rush?” Xander asks me.

“You don’t have to waste the aftercare on me.”

“Did it ever