His Hidden Heiress

s so she didn't pack all her flamboyant dresses. 'Bettina! She called. Bettina was in the kitchen trying to put together some sort of dinner for them. She walked into the room, dr

atient. 'I need one of your lovel

aled in joy.

elieve me wh

sat on Aria's side of the b

Knight

at she wasn't joking. The realization hit her hard. 'But how?' she jumped to her feet. 'This is the Major Knight we are talking a

ignore her friend's harsh words, deciding to take the insult as a joke. 'P

a perused her appearance in the oval mirror opposite. How utterly ridiculous o

for being part of the chosen models.

ed her throat. 'But after your episode with Giorgio,

the Major Knight, and how can I say no to 'the' Major Knight. She f

avorful Clothes rack. 'I would. But don't expect t

o expect' Aria rebutted

of Ribeiro's red wine. She watched her fill of Major's good-looking body. She had her fill of his warm masculine body close as they danced under the red strobe lights. Most of the times she thought she was dreaming as the alcoholic wine leaked into her brain and made

looked around the restaurant at the affluent women with exceptionally good looks, the refined manner with which they adeptly used their utensils, the ebb and tide of conversation carried away with rich accents, it made insecurity to claw at

, the rich scent of wine wafted pleasantly a

feeling trickling down from her chest and gripping her core. S

evening passed

g need. She would remember trying to order her heart from slamming into her chest as he bent her over, leant down and purred 'I want to do bad bad things to you' into her ear, his hot breath sending tickles down her spine. She would remember the plunging hotness as he impaled