Page 99 of The Billionaire's Vow

Cassidy: That’s him. Damn, he’s fine. I want him to give me that stern glare when he ravishes me.

I laughed inwardly. She already had a fantasy, which meant she was definitely interested.

Adelina: Where did you see him?

Cassidy: Arguing a high-profile case for a lecture here, Gah. I almost came from watching him. I’d even skip foreplay. Heck, he could even ghost me. I’d be totally cool with it.

I choked-laughed and wrote back.

Adelina: Dial it back. You’re too thirsty. He’s also way older than you.

Cassidy: Aging like a fine wine. I’m done with the young guys.

Adelina: So, I take it you’ve dumped your study partner?

Cassidy: He was never in the running. Too indecisive. It’s exhausting. I want a man who knows what he wants.

“Hey,” I said to Rocco.

“Yes?”

“Is Ian available to…uhm, date?”

His smile wilted. “I’m not sure. He’s recently widowed.”

He was kind and friendly. It must be hard for him. “How awful. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Why did you ask?”

“Cassidy found him interesting.”

Rocco smiled. “Okay. How about we invite them over for dinner, then leave it up to them?”

“Great,” I said and typed Cassidy back.

Adelina: Rocco said dinner with Ian when we return.

Cassidy: That’s good. I need to meet the man who is married to my sister. I love you, gorgeous.

My heart burned. “With all that happened, it just came to me that you haven’t met my closest and dearest friend.”

“Then we need to fix that. I’d love to meet her.”

I leaned over and kissed him, and he grinned. Then I replied to Cassidy.

Adelina: Love you like crazy, gorgeous. TTYL.

“We’re here,” Rocco announced as Zane approached the curb. It was a quiet side street, but there were still a few tourists and paparazzi. It must’ve been because of Paul Crane and his sold-out Mid-Summer Nights Concert Charity event at Wembley Stadium.

I quickly took out a hand mirror, powdered my face, and added some gloss to my lips. Then, I adjusted my double-breasted vintage dress and prepared to step out in my slingbackheels. It was something Nadia had styled.I hope she likes the way I put it together.

“We’ll give a wave and walk directly inside the restaurant,” Rocco instructed.

Before my eyes, he put on that aura of charisma and star power that he used for modeling and interviews—drop-dead gorgeousand oh-so-sexy. It was such a change from the man who sang on a parasail or carried me on his back at the beach. The paparazzi stepped forward to photograph him, and tourists surged to find out who he was.

“Ready?” He took my hand and kissed it, and then we climbed out of the car to camera shutters flashing. The press called questions.

“We hear you’re short on investors. Is Marini Studios still happening?”

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