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.

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

was the sight that greeted her: the image

froze, unable to stop herself from staring for a

tanned and perfectly sculpted, muscles taut and defined. Tall and lean, he looked nothing like the ruthless businessman he was in public-in this

burn, her

she murmured a protest. "Why are you... taking a

eyes. His lips curled in a faint

meant. I just...

voice was light and teasing, carrying a hint of laughter. "Miss Vaughan, you're

Isadora: "..."

could he

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

her skin were still fresh and vivid,

the wrong places, the soreness

her fists, forcing

she barely knew Victor. At the end of the day, they were

what people

at night; strangers

shouldn't make a big

silently, taking in the way her

her brows drawn together

eyebrow. "What, one night together and now you

laundry basket and pulled on a crisp

Suddenly-knock, knock, knock.

rapped on the bedroom

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