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Chapter 4 Playing With Fire
o she let close enough to hurt her, but now standing on the dimly lit balcony of the Grand Rose Gala, w
ed, his voice a low vibration
d her jaw.
ia
's golden lights glowing against the darkness, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing in D
d what we came here to do. The media got t
alcony railing, looking mad
ded her arm
aid smoothly, "
of the slow, mocking clap t
mogul and tabloid king, stepping onto the b
ed, ruthless, and inescapably powerful, but Julian was a different bree
es were locked onto her like
adjusting the cuffs of his des
dn't move.
r, but she felt the subtle shift
his coming. You and Sinclair? Engaged?" He tilted
t she kept her expression perfectly
nd what I believe is that something
. "Then you're not a
men sized each other up. They were two kings in the sa
swallo
e the world will love this fairytale romance." H
made idle threats, and she had a sinking feeling that
t the gala, Celeste'
k car, letting out a slow breat
shut, she turned to
remained unreadable.
ly. "And that doe
erage," Damien said smoothly. "Bu
. "We can't afford to gi
d with something unrea
e car lurched forward, the c
tween them, thick wi
ris fade into the distance. "Just three mo
that after the three months she may not be able to, because the longer she played
t the
e was done with the games, the lies, but above all, she was done with Da
yes flashing. "Why d
d an eyebrow
a," she pressed. "W
suit jacket, tossing it ont
t a sharp laug
. "Careful
g. "You don't get to do that. You don't get
ed. "And what if it
And there it was ag
d. "You don't get
His scent, a mix of dark spice and something uniquely him
aying," he
against her ribs.
rand of hair behind her ear. The
ured, "it's not
s wasn't real. It couldn't
y step back. "I
ghtened, but he
frantic drumbeat in her ears. As she reached for
re ru
t she couldn't let him see it, so she opened
he fromm but also locked him out from the o
could hear Damien, his voice,
eyes shut. "Go
ling Damien standing in the doorway, his gaze molten st
at," she whispered, her
, closing the door be
ered. "You're c
he was seeing every piece of her, every fear, eve
pped pretending that th
e didn't want him to
e curve of her wrist. She couldn't pull away. Or
ed, a whisper a
his lips a breath away from he
agreed to this charade, Celeste
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