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I excused myself from a conversation about stock options ( yawn ) and found myself drawn

nge mix of excitement and unease. The weight of Dad's expectations and the party's

join you, C

s eyes leaning against the railing a few feet away. He was tall, with to

?" I stammered, mom

a playful smirk dancing on his lips. Okay, thi

spiratorial whisper, "I could be Henry's long-l

brother? Henry had ne

rted out, curiosity over

ed, his eyes twinkling. "Surprised you haven't heard of me, l

ar hotels?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Appare

infectious sound. "Guilty as charged! But he

d strangely appealing. He was everything Henry wasn't – a little rough around t

murmur, "tell me about your dreams. Do they involve crystal slip

ged to one brother, and flirting with the other on a random balcony. Yet

playful smile tugging at my lips. "What

t wait and see, love. The night is young." With that, he saunt

well, dull. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than boardrooms and expectations. Maybe there was room for a little adventure, a touch of chaos, and a whole lot of bad boy charm. The thought sent

humped a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a mix of excitement and apprehension. Was I really flir

osh!" Isabel, my best friend since childhood, materialized beside me, her

reamboat alert*!" She released me and turned to him, flashing a smile that could rival the Las V

. "Good genes, I suppose," he said, his gaze flickeri

Henry, wasn't I? But seeing him effortlessly charm Isabel, the complete opposite of the awk

rate to change the subject, "w

"Oh, you wouldn't believe it! Just r

conversation. "Speaking of fascinating men," it drawled,

knowing smirk playing on his lips. His gaze met mine, a

d with barely concealed hostil

party, bro," he said, his voice dripping with noncha

lying between them, and a strange sense of foreboding washed over me. This wasn't just a party anymore; it felt like the beginning of something much bigger, something that could shatter the c