Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 349

Hotel Room

Preston strode in and immediately spotted the woman sprawled unconscious across the bed.

She was dressed in a crisp blue-and-white blouse and a tailored gray skirt, her curves accentuated by the fit. Pale skin, tousled hair, and lips stained a deep red -she was a vision that practically begged to be ravished.

Preston's gaze burned like a torch, hunger blazing in his eyes.

Smack!

He brought his palm down hard on Rowena's backside.

"You really are something, aren't you? Can't even keep your hands off your own friends. But hey, I like that about you."

Rowena's eyes flashed with disdain for a split second, but she slid away and forced a coy smile.

"Mr. Dunbar, I'm just doing what you asked. You realize, after tonight, you'll have slept with the prince's woman."

Preston pulled a card from his wallet and shoved it into Rowena's cleavage.

"Get lost. Don't ruin my night."

Rowena slipped out and closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment, her chest heaving.

"Isadora, don't blame me for this. If you'd helped me, it never would've come to this. This is all on you."

With that, Rowena glanced back at the room, then walked away.

Preston lingered by the bed, a greedy, predatory grin twisting his lips.

His hands worked at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one before tossing the shirt aside.

reached for the black

Click.

unfastened the buckle and slid

eyes glinted with

bed-Victor's ex-would soon be his,

it sent a thrill through

to wrap the belt around Isadora's

Suddenly-

Ding dong!

His hand froze.

furrowed

the hell is bothering

ringing-again and again,

woman,

belt back through his pants and

He yanked it open.

his expression grim

raised an eyebrow. "Mr.

eyes, usually mild, were cold as

didn't waste time. "Who's in

doorway with his broad frame and gave

allowed a little

you our

have enough to worry

about

wi

any of

past him, barging into the

hurried after, voice