Chapter 37

We kept going. The bickering didn’t stop—it was foreplay disguised as pettiness. I didn’t care if he was rich, sharp-suited, and had a voice like melted sin. He was also infuriating. A walking red flag with arms and a jawline.

And God help me, he smelled good. Like bergamot and villainy. Like man wh...

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