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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.

“what about Cassian and me? “That's

my gaze. Why is he asking me

to be honest” Massimo says, in

guts twist and I utter right

a

chin, sending a wave of sparks down my back and he forces me to

end up blurting, giving away what I

stares at me, with those deep and assessing eyes. It does something to

question is heavier than

open collar of his shirt. I don't want to start panicking. I don't want to think about what Cassian used

were engaged to him. Even after knowing he is

mating with

stiffen over my chin. He pulls his hand away and turns

repeats the question.” what did he do

on a thin layer of ice. He sounds

my chin wobbles. “I- - -can not tell you right

me from over his shoulder, regarding me cooly

hands on you like the fucker from

it, but fail miserably. I should lie. I should tell Massimo a story. But as he stares into my teary eyes, I find myself tongue-tied. I can not

is? “A frown settles between

with something to

tell you everything?”

I nod

me to tell you everything myself, Massimo, you should tell me why

taut under his fitted suit. Our gazes lock, his eyes filling with ice. The air

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