Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 263

Lizetta yanked her hand out of Remington’s scorching palm like her life depended on it.

She was about to struggle when Remington flipped off of her.

The

guy sat on the edge of the bed, peeled off his shirt, and the sun kissed his back, muscles rolling smoothly with his movements,” sexy as hell.

But Lizetta, she lifted her foot, on autopilot trying to give him another piece of her mind – or rather, her foot, aiming to kick him off the

bed.

Little did she know, Remington seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The moment her foot went up, his cool voice cut through the air.

“Try kicking me again and I’ll make you cry under me!”

His voice was husky, the last word heavy with a warning laced with restrained desire.

Lizetta chickened out, her raised foot reluctantly retreating.

But Remington just sat there catching his breath, not making another move.

Lizetta’s heartbeat slowly settled down too, as she lay there, unknowingly fixated on the man’s back.

He had that kind of bod that flexed with clothes on, and even more so with them off – a real piece of eye candy, muscles in all the right places.

down to a tight waist, and even the vertebrae

—

delicate, and glossy. Old scars on his back and right side didn’t make him any less

never gave her the chance, always dressed

caught a glimpse of those scars before, a couple on his chest

had asked about them, but he told her to mind her own beeswax.

her attention was back on those scars. They’d faded but still looked fierce,

abroad, he was unmarked, Even overseas, as the Dashiell family heir, he had a ton of people watching his back, living the high life who could’ve hurt him?

–

if he’d lived

figure it out, and

grown up, they’d gathered too many secrets

longer let her into

it as an invitation,” he suddenly

gaze.

making her escape from the other

to nothing, giving me no choice but

“How else am I supposed to apply the ointment? Go get

“Oh.”

was there to help with his burn.

rummaged for the cream but didn’t come any closer, tossing it on the bed before announcing, “It’s on your chest,

life, she didn’t dare

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