The Billionaire's Secret Son

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something about the way he watched me, the intensity in his gaze, that sent tingles down my spine. I couldn't q

ith the pulsing beat. But my attention remained focused on the stranger, our g

. _I'm still married, for god's sake. I sho

he in my heart. He had made it clear that I was no longer enough for him, that I had so

g me, a faint smile playing on his lips. And before I could stop myself,

ng through the crowd of dancers. My heart hammered in m

his voice low and smooth, even through th

I had no business dancing with another man when I was still technically married. But the rest of m

da, Tiffany, Olivia, and Evelyn all watching me intently, their

ing into a small, tentative smi

ok my hand, guiding me closer to him. I could feel the warmth of hi

n my body slowly melting away. I couldn't help but marvel at how comfortable I felt i

ured, his gaze roaming over my face.

flattered and slightly self-conscious. "Thank you," I

ice sending a shiver down my spine. "I

lt a sense of freedom, a lightness I hadn't experienced in what felt like forever. For the

lling me closer to him. I could feel the warmth of his body, the solidness o

s. The kiss was tentative at first, but as he responded eagerly, it quic

in wonder. I had never done anything like this before, never felt such a strong, im

es shining with a mixture of surpris

onscious. "I...I'm sorry, I don't know what came o

ntly caressing my cheek. "Don't

g almost foreign after the emotional turmoil of the past few days. "Goo

se, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "What do you say we g

rough me, and I found myself noddin

through a discreet doorway and into a dimly lit, more private area. The music was s

, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. I felt a sense of safety and

rselves in the music. The stranger's gaze was intense, his eyes bor

oice low and sultry, "I can't

I held his gaze unflinchingly. "Neither can I,

ghtening ever so slightly. "Good. Bec

sionate kiss. All thoughts of Jason and his betrayal fled my mind as I melted into the s

comfort and validation I had been so cruelly denied. The stranger's hands ro

at him with a mixture of wonder and trepidation. "I...I don't ev

ntly caressing my cheek.

ffering him a small, s

esting the name on his tongue.

name, his voice warm and genuine. "The pleasure is

usement and desire. "Well, Amelia, what do you

bered the cruel words he had uttered, the way he had so callously discarded our relationship. I was no longer bound to him

dded, my lips curving into a coy sm

of the world fading away around us. In this moment, I wasn't Amelia, the betrayed wife –

aside the nagging voice in the back of my mind that warned of the potential consequences. Fo