NovelEndChapter 10 Fine, whatever.
Isadora, for the sake of you remembering to have the staff makea hangover cure last night, I'll let this one slide.
Just this once, I'll put up with your attitude.
Magnus picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.
It was the first the'd ever called Isadora after a fight.
"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable." She turned off her phone! Magnus gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles went white, a surge of anger rising in his chest.
Well played, Isadora.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo this is your idea of playing hard to get? You've seriously crossed the line! Without hesitation, Magnus dialed Lean, his voice taut with frustration. "Put the wedding dress on hold. Indefinitely." Lean: "..." The next morning, the sound of waves lapped gently against the shore. White curtains billowed softly at the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, caught in the ocean breeze.
A man emerged from the bathroom, bare-chested, a towel draped around his neck. Droplets of water slid down his short, dark hair.
When Isadora woke up, this was the sight that greeted her: the image of a man fresh from the shower. She froze, unable to stop herself from staring for a few seconds.
His chest was tanned and perfectly sculpted, muscles taut and defined. Tall and lean, he looked nothing like the ruthless businessman he was in public-in this light, Victor resembled a model straight out of a glossy magazine. Isadora felt her cheeks burn, her heart thudding a little faster.
She quickly looked away, flustered, her voice shaky as she murmured a protest. "Why are you... taking a shower now?" Victor casually toweled off his hair, glancing at her with dark, amused eyes. His lips curled in a faint smile. "Who says you can't shower now?" "That's not what I meant. I just... you should get dressed." Victor's voice was light and teasing, carrying a hint of laughter. "Miss Vaughan, you're acting shy now? You sure weren't last night." Isadora: "..." How could he be so shameless? Last night, he was just as enthusiastic as she was-and now he was pinning it all on her? The marks he'd left on her skin were still fresh and vivid, a reminder of just how fervent things had gotten.
Her body ached in all the wrong places, the soreness in her legs and waist suddenly intensifying at the memory. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to calm down.
Despite what happened, she barely knew Victor. At the end of the day, they were still strangers.
This was, she supposed, what people called a one-night stand.
Wild and reckless at night; strangers again by morning.
No wonder she shouldn't make a big deal out of it.
Victor watched her silently, taking in the way her lashes cast shadows over eyes she kept hidden, her brows drawn together in thought.
He arched an eyebrow. "What, one night together and now you want to pretend we don't know each other?" He tossed his towel into the laundry basket and pulled on a crisp white t-shirt.
Suddenly-knock, knock, knock.
Someone rapped on the bedroom door.
Victor went to open it.
A housekeeper stood outside, holding a dress in both hands. "Sir, the clothes for Miss are here." Victor took them from her. The housekeeper disappeared down the hall.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe walked back to the bed and set the clothes beside Isadora, the gesture surprisingly gentle.
"Your dress from yesterday was ruined. Here's something clean for you to change into." As he ccloser, the fresh scent of his shower seemed to fill the room.
Isadora caught sight of a lacy black bra and panties folded neatly atop the dress. The realization that Victor had just carried them in made her cheeks burn even hotter.
Her toes curled into the sheets; she felt like she could fry an egg with the heat radiating off her body.
The man's presence was overwhelming her pulse stuttered, as if her heart might give out at any "En": moment. Is this what it's supposed to feel like after spending the night with someone? Even with Magnus, her heart had never pounded this wildly.
Isadora swallowed, determined to steer the conversation back on track.
"Look, we... we're even now, okay?" Victor leaned down, hooking a finger under her chin and meeting her gaze with dark, unreadable eyes.
"What do you think?"
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