Chapter 10

Fine, whatever.

Isadora, for the sake of you remembering to have the staff make me a hangover cure last night, I'll let this one slide.

Just this once, I'll put up with your attitude.

Magnus picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

It was the first time he'd ever called Isadora after a fight.

"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

She turned off her phone!

Magnus gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles went white, a surge of anger rising in his chest.

Well played, Isadora.

So this is your idea of playing hard to get?

You've seriously crossed the line!

Without hesitation, Magnus dialed Lean, his voice taut with frustration. "Put the wedding dress on hold. Indefinitely."

Lean: "..."

The next morning, the sound of waves lapped gently against the shore. White curtains billowed softly at the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, caught in the ocean breeze.

man emerged from the bathroom, bare-chested, a towel draped around his neck. Droplets of water

sight that greeted her: the image

stop herself

sculpted, muscles taut and defined. Tall and lean, he looked nothing like the ruthless businessman he was in public-in this light, Victor resembled a model straight out of a

her

as she murmured a

amused eyes. His lips curled in a

meant. I

carrying a hint of laughter. "Miss Vaughan, you're acting shy

Isadora: "..."

he be so

he was just as enthusiastic as she was-and now he was pinning it all

he'd left on her skin were still fresh and vivid, a reminder of just

places, the soreness

clenched her fists, forcing

knew Victor. At the end of

she supposed, what people called

night;

make a big deal out of

watched her silently, taking in the way her lashes cast

hidden, her brows drawn together

eyebrow. "What, one night together and now you

tossed his towel into the laundry basket and pulled

Suddenly-knock, knock, knock.

rapped on the

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