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.

from the bathroom, bare-chested, a towel draped around his neck. Droplets of water slid down his short,

up, this was the sight that greeted her:

herself from

defined. Tall and lean, he looked nothing like the ruthless businessman he was in public-in this light, Victor resembled a model

her

voice shaky as she murmured a protest. "Why are you... taking a shower

casually toweled off his hair, glancing at her with dark, amused eyes.

meant. I just...

and teasing, carrying a hint of laughter. "Miss Vaughan,

Isadora: "..."

he be

night, he was just as enthusiastic as she was-and now he

her skin were still fresh and vivid,

the wrong places, the soreness in her legs and

fists, forcing herself to calm

happened, she barely knew Victor. At the

what people

reckless at night; strangers again by

a big

silently, taking in the way her lashes cast shadows

brows drawn

arched an eyebrow. "What, one night together and now

towel into the laundry basket and

Suddenly-knock, knock, knock.

on the

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