Page 25 of Twice as Forbidden

Fake name. Fake credentials. A decoy sent to sabotage a billion-dollar deal with our biggest client.

The pen in my hand snaps in two, ink bleeding across my fingers. My teeth grind together.Son of a bitch.

This wasn’t some clerical oversight. It was calculated—intentional. Someone's playing games, and they’re going to regret it.

A notification chimes, reminding me of my dinner reservation. The timing couldn’t be worse—walking away from work now feels like a mistake—but I insisted on this dinner. If I cancel, I’ll only make things worse with Noah.

I arrive at the restaurant on time. As expected, he’s not here.

“Good evening, Mr. Blake. Your usual table?” I nod to the waitress, and she leads me to my preferred secluded table near the back of the restaurant. Within minutes, she’s returning with a bourbon.

“Your drink, Mr. Blake. Is there anything else I can get for you right now, or would you like to wait for your guests to arrive?”

I glance up. The moment my eyes land on Georgia, my focus sharpens.

“Give me a minute. Thanks,” I say dismissively, barely registering whoever was speaking to me.

She scans the restaurant, her gaze drifting—until it lands on me. Our eyes lock. There’s a beat of hesitation. Then, with a quick nod to Noah, she starts walking toward me, cautious but steady. My jaw tightens as I take her in. I’ve kept my distance, done my best to ignore the temptation, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look.

And right now? I’m feasting.

“Hey,” she says, stopping beside the table. “Noah had to use the restroom—”

“Sit down, Peach.”

She hesitates for only a beat before sliding into the chair across from me. My eyes immediately drop to the dip of her low-cut blouse and the subtle rise and fall of her breath.She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“I haven’t seen you in the office,” she says, her voice soft, carrying a hint of hesitation, as if she’s unsure whether she should even ask.

“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough.”Stop messing with her, asshole.

She fidgets with her hands, picking up a roll of silverware and arranging everything back the way it was. Sensing my gaze, she drops her hands in her lap. “Oh… I thought you were avoiding me or something.”

Damn right, I am. As much as I would love to have her in my sight all day, keeping my hands off her would be impossible. I can’t be in her presence without my mind sinking into dark places. Her lips... perky tits... the way her tight cunt would feel wrapped around my cock.

I grab my drink and lean back. “Why would I be avoiding you?”

She swallows, crossing her legs. “Because of what—we—”

“What happened was a one-time thing. It was irresponsible of me. And you. The best thing we can do is pretend it never happened.”

“But it did.”

“And what would you say happened?” Her lips part. Color flushes along her cheekbones. I’m asking for trouble, but I need to hear the filthy words in her soft voice.

“I—we…”

“For someone bold enough to come into my bedroom after being warned and drop to her knees in my shower, your shyness amuses me.”

“I’m not shy. I know what happened. And I know you enjoyed it. Or do you lose yourself like that with everyone who blows you?”

My eyebrows rise at her blunt comment. “It’s not every day I have an innocent little thing begging for my cock.”

“I’m not innocent.”

“As you’ve proven. Do you make a habit out of luring your boyfriend’s daddies—”

“It’s clear I read the situation wrong. That’s my bad. But I don’t need your condescending attitude over a mediocre—”

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