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throat tightening as his Adam'

ponsibility, Mr. Dashiel!

n flushed a deep, feverish pink. It didn'

he knew the filth that lurked in

nds to get out of this car," he c

essed her lips against

eat of her body against his chest sent a jolt through him. Dashie

eath the hem of his shirt that he reg

ve any idea

l... the

..

her movements a frantic blur as she tugged at his clothes, her

w thick, heavy with a dan

re he closed the distance, taking the initia

e Rolls-Royce pulled over on a desolate stretch of the h

s boss like this. He vividly remembered the last time a socialite tried t

most powerful man in the

ren is his type? H

en woke up in the master sui

he in her limbs and a tidal wave

six years and then immediately slept with he

to be a

awling, unfamiliar luxury of the room we

awed at h

could have treated this as a rebound and moved on

it looked. Dashiel probably thought she had orc

a tragedy, but offending Dashiel was a death sentenc

s as she realized the

vet and began a frantic search fo

Dashiel stepped out, dressed in

t was impossible to reconcile this cold, distant figure with t

ket as it threatened to s

indifference. "The staff laundered your

Oh

nce was d

idn't linger and

piece that screamed power and refined taste. When she finally made it d

y drink was spiked last night.

.. pretend it

fford to lo

ysique of a god and a net worth in the billions-Lauren knew he didn't need t

elt like she had tarni

, his dark eyes sharp enough to cut through her facade. Th

ll ties with Tray. Then sign

ze. He knew

were both members of the elite; Dashiel likel

scandal? Was he trying

she wh

someone's side-piece. It's a

rria

wedding ring. She stared at him, convinced she was h

omeone else

ort-circuited. Why

s whole time? She quickly killed that thought. If a man like him

ught she was a social climber and wa

alism. "Mr. Dashiel, last night was an accident

mployee. I'll work twice

n, his gaze inten

d, Lauren. You don't