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Chapter 8

Word Count: 1104    |    Released on: 14/10/2026

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ning white. The cold metal bit into her skin, but it was not

ing breath, and forced her face into an e

she turn

allway, wearing only a pair of dark gray lounge trouser

bone were vivid, unmistakable evidence of the night before. In his righ

k. C

llic sound echoed

the lapels of the oversized robe tighter against her neck,

ng of her heart. "Last night was... a mistake. An unfortunate combination of cheap alco

er stoppe

and sharp, locked onto hers. The temperature in the

ed off

, his bare feet making no s

her feet felt like they had been nailed to the floor. She backed

nowhere

flat against the door beside her ear, effectively caging her in. He

is eyes boring di

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o drop her gaze. "A one-night stand. P

ised his right hand, his thumb reaching out to brush a

olt of heat shooting

randdaughter," Bennet said, his voice dropping into a register th

wildered. "What the hell

arry you," Benne

ell over

inked onc

re insane. You are genui

. "We will announce the engagement next month. It resolves your issues with th

oice rising in outrage. She brought both han

llowed himself to t

r. "You don't get to sleep with me and then decide to acquire me like a failing hedge fund!

ained maddeningly intact. He tilted his head,

smoothly. "Wal

ed for the h

three sizes too large, completely unbuttoned underneath, and ends at your mid-thigh. The Carlyle lobby is currently filled with Wall S

paused on th

d down at

evealing the red marks on her collarbone. Her legs were

ng past reporters and society matrons looking like a

ating heat ros

d, and glared at him with murder in he

et replied smoothly, not an

ard the kitchen bar. He picked up the house phon

Buy a complete daytime ensemble for Miss Bradford. Size two. Cashmere sweater

thout waiting

ard the large leather armchair in the living ro

f like armor. She marched over to the armchair, threw herself into it, an

bathroom, the sound of the s

temples. Her head felt lik

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had to be a catch-a merger, a piece of leverage against her uncle, something. S

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ss cocktail table, was buzzing

chair, grabbed her purse,

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through the floor. The blood in he

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