Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 172

After speaking, Scales' eyes darted around, and suddenly, it clicked-why hadn't he thought of that before?

He whipped out his phone and shot off a quick message to Elise:

"Magnus is drunk. Come to The Ace's Den. He's your responsibility tonight."

When Elise arrived, Magnus was alone in the hotel room, already sprawled across the sofa in a deep sleep. The usual cold, arrogant air about him had vanished, replaced instead by the sharp scent of whiskey that filled the entire room, even before she got close.

Elise stood there, watching him, her resolve hardening.

This time, she couldn't afford to mess it up again.

She clutched the hotel key card Scales had given her and called for a bellboy to help haul Magnus up to the suite Scales had booked. The door swung open, and together, they managed to heave Magnus onto the massive white king-sized bed.

It took all of Elise's strength to peel off Magnus's shirt, revealing a lean, sculpted torso and a set of abs that could've been chiseled from marble.

She shrugged off her own shawl and leaned over him, fingers fumbling with his belt. Just as she was working at the buckle, Magnus rolled over, murmuring softly, "Isadora... Isadora, don't leave me."

Elise froze at the name.

Isadora. Again.

slumped over Magnus, pressing a hand to his bare chest. In her sweetest, most

lost in his own world, just mumbled, "No... not

nearly exploded

No way.

He was completely wasted.

get all his clothes off,

Elise had

hair in loose waves, just like Isadora's, and slipped

leaned in close again, letting her fingers trail over

Isadora never

Isadora's soft voice, she

haze, Magnus seemed to recognize a voice he hadn't heard in so long. He rolled over and pinned

"You're mine. Only mine!"

to be

her voice tremble, "Yes, yes, I'm yours... I'm yours. Tear

staring right at the woman

heart stuttered-had he recognized

it was just a reflex. He was far too drunk to know reality from

then ripped the blue

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his eyes from the harsh