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484 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 1, 2022
She was the last person to spark my interest, and she wasn’t even naked or afraid.
I grab onto it. “Please, Calvin,” I say softly, looking up at him.
He cocks his head and looks down at me, then softly strokes the side of my face. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“How do you typically respond when people give you an answer you don’t like?” I ask.
His answer is simple. “I don’t accept answers I don’t like.”
She only hesitates for a moment, then she hands the form back without touching the pen. “No.”
I like the sound of that word on her lips.
A rush of blood hits my cock at the mere sight of her, doe-eyed and mildly horrified by the depravity of her surroundings.

“You lied,” I say thickly, or I try to, but my words get a little lost. “You lied to me.”
He said I could drink the wine, but I’ve been drunk on wine, drunker than two glasses, and I didn’t feel like this.
He drugged me.
The fucker drugged me.

I just also want her to be mine at any cost, and I don’t particularly care if she’s not on the same page.
I can get her there. I know I can.
I understand that my predatory side is unconventional, that seeing fear leap to a woman’s eyes and knowing I put it there shouldn’t get me hard as fucking steel.
She’s so goddamn adorable. I want to stroke her again, my treasured little pet, but I don’t.


The bouncer looks my way as I burst out of the club. It occurs to me belatedly that maybe I should’ve told someone before I left. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get right back in.
I look up and tell the man on the other end of the call the name of the club I’m at.
I did it because he told me to and I’m bad at falling short of people’s expectations of me, but as I stand alone on the sidewalk outside the noisy club, it occurs to me… I could be putting myself into danger if I get into this stranger’s car.
Something else whispers that perhaps I should be wary of his interest to get me alone, but that’s ridiculous. We aren’t in the dungeon of some New York sex club. We’re at the Temple of Dendur in The Metropolitan Museum of Art for God’s sake. It’s not like he can pounce on me here.

[Calvin:] “Regardless of how tonight ends, I want a guarantee of a third date.”
“A third date.”
“I’ll count the wedding as the first and tonight as the second. I want a third.”
“The wedding… we weren’t even there together.”
“We talked, we had a drink.” When she still seems unconvinced, I tell her, “All right, we can call tonight date one and then you’ll owe me two.”
[Hallie's ex] thinks Hallie was out of line for finally getting sick of his shit and leaving him, but he most assuredly does not think he was out of line for heaping his attention upon the many other women he seemed to find much more fascinating than his own.
I think he was sitting on a diamond mine and lusting after costume jewelry.
He may not be exactly what I imagined for myself—okay, not remotely what I envisioned, but it’s hard to deny that I am drawn to him, even if he’s a raving fucking lunatic.
can't argue with you babe🥰



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