I learned a long time ago that people can’t be trusted.
I have my brothers. I don’t need anyone else.
Argenta was an anomaly. A moment of weakness.
In the space of one night, she slipped past every one of my defenses. For one brief, terrifying moment, she had me believing she was different.
That we could be different.
But in the cold light of day, I saw the truth.
She was just like the rest. Cold. Calculating. Didn't want me, only what my money and the power it gives me could provide. So, I sent her away and tried to move on.
But moving on from her was a hell of a lot harder than it should've been.
And then five years later, here she is. Only her name’s not Argenta, it’s Silver.
Silver Fiorella.
Her father is my newest business partner and she is not the person I thought she was.
Not even close.
She pretends not to know me, but I can see it her eyes. She knows exactly who I am. Remembers what I did to her and she hates my guts. That’s too bad because I’ve decided to keep her. She’s mine.
This time, she’s not going anywhere.
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I move closer. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I say before I can stop myself.
That eyebrow again, half annoyed, half amused. “No.” She gives me some side-eye. “Do you?”
Shaking my head, I move closer, letting her feel the rigid length of my arousal press against her belly. I know exactly when she feels it, the effect she has on me, because she lets out a soft gasp that seems to flutter in her throat.
Gaze zeroed in on her mouth, I watch that wicked little tongue of hers push past slightly parted lips, licking them like her mouth has suddenly gone dry.
I lift a hand, sliding my fingers through her hair to cradle the back of her head so I can tilt her mouth up to meet mine, the other sliding around to mold itself around her gorgeous, round ass, pulling her even closer. “How about a sugar daddy?” I say it just so she’ll give me more of that brow action.
“No.” The word is little more than a breath, the feel of it across my mouth, her lips whispering against mine, urging me to taste what she tastes. Lick where she’s licked.
Do you want one?
Thankfully, that’s a question I manage to keep to myself. Instead of breaking another rule I lean down to skim my tongue along her pouty lower lip.
She moans softly at the contact, her long lashes fluttering against her cheekbones as her eyes slip closed. I kiss her, sliding my tongue past parted lips, stroking and caressing her mouth until her hands are fisted in my shirt, and her knees are weak and I’m about five seconds away from jerking the skirt of her little red dress over her luscious hips.
The elevator gives a slight jerk and its doors slide open. It takes some effort but I lift my head. “Good,” I tell her, the corners of my mouth shifting into a smile. “Now that that’s settled, let’s eat some cake.”
