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Chapter 123: What If He Finds Out?
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I held her hand. For a moment, I swore she’d say yes. Her lips parted, breath unsteady—just enough to make me believe.Then she pulled away, turning my world to ice.“You don’t get it, do you?” Her voice was gentle—one last kindness before the kill. “I can’t go with you, Andrew.”I shifted closer. “You can—”“No.” Her voice cracked like thunder. “I can’t.”She sucked in a breath, her fingers twitching, but I didn’t let go.My pulse pounded like a war drum. I let out a slow breath, my voice dropping low.“Tell me you don’t feel it,” I whispered, gripping her tighter. “Tell me you wouldn’t want it. Just once.”Her burning gaze met mine. I knew—Dontrell was the reason.But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.“You’re lying,” I murmured, steady. “If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have come to me tonight. You wouldn’t be looking at me like that.” My pulse pounded as I leaned in. “We belong somewhere else, away from all of this. You know that.”Her jaw clenched. “Andrew—”“No one will find us,” I
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The yacht rocked, the Pacific stretching endlessly. Midnight in Fiji, yet the sky gleamed. Lights glinted off the polished deck, reflecting in the waves. Seated at the yacht’s highest point, I took in the empty ocean. The air reeked of salt and wealth—the kind men like me controlled, unseen, and unstoppable.My phone buzzed in my palm. Fang.I brought it to my ear without a greeting. "I told you—I’m not coming home."Fang let out a sigh on the other end. "Clayton won’t stop calling, boss. He’s blowing up docks looking for you.""He won’t find me," I said. "And if he keeps sending my father’s men to my ports to stalk me, I’ll start sending them back in body bags."Silence. Fang knew I wasn’t bluffing."He won’t stop. Neither will your father. His men prowl the docks like strays, sniffing for your yacht.” Fang’s irritation mirrored my own.I let the silence stretch, staring into the horizon. When I finally spoke, my voice was steel. “Next time my father’s men lurk, shoot them. Send me a
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The air turned heavy with silence. My men stood rigid, guns up, but I stayed still. Back straight, I let the moment sink in. Across from me, Rocco’s men mirrored mine, fingers tense on triggers.Silence. Weapons gripped. Tension, a brewing storm.I eyed Rocco, voice honed to a deadly point. “That’s the game you want to play? You won’t like how I end it."He raised his hands. "A mistake. Bad count, maybe."I snarled. "A miscalculation?" My tone was calm, but the weight of the threat was clear. “You don’t seem like a guy who miscounts."Rocco paused, then nodded at Bruno. Another briefcase hit the table, snapping open—more bricks."Relax, Blade. Just a mix-up. My men likely switched briefcases. Another of my allies arrives in a few days, and the boxes must've been mislabeled.""I narrowed my eyes. 'I’m not your ally. And at this rate, this might be our first and last deal.”Rocco forced a smile. “No need for that, Don.”Axel checked the briefcase, locked it, and nodded. That was all the
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Sweat and sex clung to the air. My skin burned where Dontrell had taken me, the echo of his grip lingering on my flesh. He was close—seconds away from spilling into me—when I ripped myself away, leaving him throbbing, aching. I didn’t look back—I walked to the pole.The red glow cast my shadow as I gripped the cold steel. My slick skin pressed to the metal as I arched, dragging my body along it.A growl ripped through the air. I twisted my head just enough to see him out of the corner of my eye. Dontrell sat where I left him—tense, hard. His chest heaved as he stroked himself, slow, controlled.His stare burned me.I wrapped my leg around the pole, stretching it open, letting him see the wet, swollen heat between my thighs. I slid down, landing on the cool floor and spreading my lap, my muscles aching from two days of this. We’d fucked endlessly—night into day, and even now, when we be packing, we were still caught in this cycle of obsession, like a whore and her most desperate
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The pole room buzzed with thick tension, anticipation humming between us. His deep, dark voice cut through the silence once more.“Get down. Face up. Stay quiet—unless need be, or it’s in your mouth,” he barked, fingers tracing my jaw, then my throat. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”Thank the stars this was all he demanded. Hell, he had wrung me dry, left me trembling, wrecked in ways I didn’t know were possible. I’d come too many times to handle more. My thighs trembled, the aftermath pulsing between them. I was spent. But him? He stood—unsatisfied, in control.So I dropped, knees weak against the cool floor. The pole gleamed beside us, forgotten. My focus was on him.From here, he loomed—broad shoulders, dark gaze. Holy shit.His cock stood like he hadn’t had any action in months; how? Veins pulsed under stretched skin, thick, heavy—a beast. Nine inches of raw power, light at the tip, arousal gleaming like a warning—dangerous.I darted out my tongue—teasing. Heat. Salt. Then I took h
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My breath caught. A figure stepped in, pistol in hand, its metal gleaming under the dim light. The door slammed shut, trapping us inside.Everything blurred, the room too dark to see anything. One second, we were tangled in each other—naked. The next—an intruder.Dontrell lunged—a blur of muscle—shielding me completely.Before I could react, he shoved me behind him, my skin pressing into his back. His body coiled, stance wide and unyielding—ready to destroy.His roar tore through the silence."Who the fuck—!" His snarl dripped with violence.It rumbled through him, shaking me to my core. I gripped his back, my pulse wild.I couldn’t see past him, but I heard someone inhale sharply—the sound of a grave mistake."Oh—shit. I didn’t realise—" A voice I knew blurted out. Andrew.I stiffened. We hadn’t spoken in days—he’d shut me out since I refused to run away with him. I tried to explain and told him I’d understand if he wanted nothing to do with me for now, but we should reconcile later
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A warm breeze brushed my skin as I sank into the pool’s lounger, back rested, wine glass in hand. The infinity pool stretched into the horizon, the moon’s silver reflection rippling across its smooth surface.The city lights flickered below, but I barely registered it. I stared at the water, thoughts too heavy to escape.The wine touched my lips again—rich, smooth—but my focus remained fractured. Luxury couldn’t chase away loneliness.Guards stood at every turn tonight, silent sentinels dressed in black, armed to the teeth, earpieces coiled around their ears like they were wired into something bigger. They were everywhere—doors, railings, even here with me. This wasn’t security. This was lockdown. It was like being in the White House, only I wasn’t the president—I was the prisoner.I sighed, tightening my robe.Dontrell was somewhere in this building. The moment we arrived, he planted a brief kiss on my forehead before disappearing with Andrew into the surveillance room on the 17th fl
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I went still.Not from the cool night air or the water sliding down my skin, trailing rivulets. No. It was Andrew’s voice—flat, cold, final."I’m leaving. Tonight."I clutched the pool’s edge. A deep, ugly weight settled in my chest, pressing against my ribs like something was trying to crawl out.The guards were gone. The night stretched empty between us, but the silence wasn’t comforting. It was suffocating.Andrew’s gaze held me, unreadable—just like when he arrived. Indifferent. Cold. Distant.I swallowed, my throat tight. “Y-you’re going back — to L.A.?” My voice cracked before I could stop it. I cleared my throat, forced my shoulders straight, and tried to pull some of my usual confidence back—but my grip on it was slipping.His jaw ticked—barely. Then—“No.”The word cut through the night.I blinked, lips parting—but nothing came.Andrew shifted, weight rolling onto his heels, his posture still as sharp as before. His hands slipped into his pockets, but his forearms stayed rigid
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