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He had walked through those doors and into my office like a raging inferno, ready to burn down anything on his path, but looking at him now, he seemed…different. Maybe the light touched his softer edges, or I misjudged him because of his current composure. Or maybe he was not what I, and the rest of society, pegged him to be.

“I saw how he neglected you tonight. Left you sitting there to look at everything else, and before you say shit, no, I wasn’t watching you; your loneliness was glaring to everything that had eyes. Not even boys do that. Only idiots.”

I took back everything I thought. I was wrong. Miron was a jerk.

Tearing my eyes away, I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. “Nathan’s not an idiot. He just has a lot of school and work stuff to deal with. You probably wouldn’t understand.”

“Says the girlfriend of the man who is distant, both at home and away. Seems like you’re still devoted to staying loyal to the absentee, Miss Sinclair.”

I met his gaze, unfazed. “Still engaged to a woman who’s doubling your work shifts?”

His smirk twitched, only slightly, before he spun me—too fast, too sharp, making me catch my breath.

“Careful, Miss Sinclair.” He pulled me close, and his warm breath tickled my ear when he said, “You almost sound jealous.”

The music stopped, and the dance ended. I was saved by the bell because, otherwise, I had absolutely nothing to say to that, except reacting like I had a bad case of red skin. From above his shoulder, across the room, I saw his fiancée, Alina, and she was seething.

We stepped apart, and without waiting to hear a word from him, I turned on my heels, making my way back to my table. Only to find Nathan waiting with his hands folded across his chest and a muscle throbbing on his neck. I had never seen him so pissed.

Absolutely superb.

What a beautiful night it was.

Chapter 15 – Miron

I blamed Jeffery.

It was petty to point fingers whenmycontrol was slipping, but if he hadn’t double-crossed me, then I wouldn’t have reacted, and if I hadn’t reacted, there would have been no hearing in court. No court hearing meant no therapy sessions. No therapy sessions meant no Hazel fucking Sinclair. It was that simple.

Before Jeffery’s betrayal, life was as regular as it could be, like a well-oiled machine with every cog and gear working. Every morning kickstarted at the same time, with the same routine, and I prided myself on being organized and focused. The blueprint guiding my next steps and thoughts was clear. Then, Jeffery exhibited his inanity, and it ushered in the biggest distraction I’d ever had to face. Now, the routines started to feel stale and uninteresting compared to the thrill of getting to know her.

Then, there was last night.

First, it was the little black dress, and later, the red dress that only let my imagination run wilder. The woman was trying to kill me. I’d let my guard slip just a little. One dance. One touch of her small hand in mine. A big fucking mistake.

I was man enough to admit that self-control wasn’t my thing; on my list of weaknesses, it came first. Last night, though, I fought to keep it on that fucking list and from completely slipping away from existence. Not letting my hands go below her waist had to be the hardest task I’d ever accomplished.

Christ. I didn’t even care that we were surrounded by hundreds of people with prying eyes; right there and then, I wanted to devour her, rip that dress with my bare hands, and sink my teeth into those soft dips and curves of hers. I wanted her red lips on mine, her small fingers in my hair, and mine between her legs.

I wanted—neededto know what she tasted like. My face burned to be buried in the burrows of her shoulders, and my tongue drooled for a lick at her nape. Even now, at this very moment, just thinking about it had my blood flowing faster, my balls tingling with need, pushing me, until I was teetering over the edge of absurd desire.

How did I go from detesting the therapist to daydreaming about her being pinned against my wall? Naked. Wet. Ready for me.

Maybe I never really did. I just didn’t pay attention to her, and now I was, and I couldn’t get enough.

Three rapid knocks on the door cut my thoughts short before it creaked open, and Damir strolled in uninvited, all smugness and bad timing.

I arched a brow at the gleam in his eyes. “Can I help you?”

“That is weirdly polite of you, my boss, and I would answer, but the problem is, you have never asked me that before.”

“That’s because you only come in here if I send for you or you have important information that I asked for. From the way I see it, neither of those factors are present. So, why the hell are you seated across me, looking like you know something I don’t?”

Damir shrugged. “One factor is present. I have important information on something you asked for, but I’m not spilling until we go over something first.”

“Look who’s dishing orders now. First, he walks into my office, and now he’s setting ground rules.”

“I’m feeling pretty confident because the information I have is a power card. I’m holding a card with power.”

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