MONALISA: THE BILLIONAIRE SWEETHEART

sually on stage. She was captivating-a creature of allure and mystery. Her body twisted with grace, every step calculated to command attention. Dressed in a

perched between his lips as his eyes burned with lust. He was entranced, consumed by the performance unfolding before

im wild. His desire flared as she approached, a fire kindling inside him. She moved with th

, teasing kiss. He responded immediately, his hand gripping her neck as he deepened the kiss, rough a

ing him stunned and frustrated. A growl of frustration escaped his throat. He was hard, painfully so, and he ne

under the low light. His eyes narrowed in recognition-it was his.

ted behind him. Whirling around, his breath caught in his throat. Another woman, dressed identical

ice lacked anger, instead thick with a

ver fall for any girl, dude," she said

t drove him mad-her defiance, her skill. His thoughts twisted into dirty fanta

. His guards. One of them lunged at the girl with the suitcase, but she was quicker. With a swift motio

ck until he screamed in agony. She looked back at the man, her lips curling in

sed, amused by the chaos unfolding in front of him. His focus, however, never wave

in her gaze. "Surprised to see

lly hate seeing a pretty girl like you fighting. A

raised, but he anticipated her move and dodged effortlessly. Her eyes widened i

huskily into her ear, his breath sending s

r closer. His grip was firm, unyielding. He reveled in the control

ing toward him. He kicked a chair into her

ire in her eyes. "You're not ordinary," she mutter

ing it possessively. She winced, her body stiffening at his touch. She

eath hitched as he took in her features, more beautiful than he could have ever imagined

ade of his favorite color. Her figure was perfect, delicate but undeniably f

e breathed her n

hold. "Let me go, you asshole!" she spat

to the floor, clutching his midsection. She didn't was

eir escape. As Mona Lisa climbed out, she glanced back one last tim

uckled, blowing her a mocking kiss in return. His gaze lingered on the

been wearing-a necklace with the name "Mona Lisa" engr

whispered

limping and battered-rushed in. "Sir, are you alright

iced the blood trickling from a wound on his stomach. "Sir,

t time. He hadn't even felt it, too consumed by

d, but the man simply smirked, his mind still

"She'll be back. She doesn't