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I groan, shifting onto my back and opening my eyes. My body aches in strange places.

My eyes stare at the familiar ceiling. It looks to be Massimo’s room back home. The sheets over me also smell like him.

Confused, I glance to my right and find him sitting on the bed, his back facing me. He is wearing a black suit, and his hands are busy fixing his cufflinks.

The memories from last night pour in one after another. My cheeks heat, and I pull the sheets to my chin.

I had sex with him. It felt so- - -good. My lips pucker out. Oh, Goddess.

What now?

How did I seduce him and throw myself at him numerous times?

“You slept for half the day. I was wondering if you have slipped into a coma.” Massimo's deep voice fills the space.

“You tired me out-- -" I blurt, and squeeze my eyes shut the next moment.

Such a good way to embarrass myself more.

I can sense him shifting in the bed. The heat of his gaze warms my face, making me pull the sheets higher, to my nose.

“What's with you and Cassian?” He asks.

My hands freeze. I open my eyes and meet his gaze. It's different from last night. He is cold now.

back to my chin and squeal. “what about Cassian and me? “That's what I am asking, Kitten? What is

Why is he asking me

Massimo says, in a low

twist and I utter right away.

a thing for someone

His fingers land on my chin, sending a wave of sparks down my back and

end up blurting,

at me, with those deep and assessing eyes. It does something to my heart, makes it beat faster, and harder in my

The next question is

as I lower my gaze to the open collar of his shirt. I

were engaged to him. Even after knowing he is not your fated mate, you-

would have killed myself before mating with

pulls his hand away and turns his back to

question.” what did he

a thin layer of ice. He sounds threatening, not towards me, but

- -can not tell you right now. Don’t ask

at me from over his shoulder, regarding me

you like the fucker from last

I find myself tongue-tied. I can not bring myself to lie to him. “He liked to- -

frown

something to get

tell

I nod

want me to tell you everything myself, Massimo, you should tell me why you hate my Dad

shoulders go taut under his fitted suit. Our gazes lock, his eyes

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