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That was thoughtful. “Thank you, Miss Alicia.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, please. It's Alicia. And thank you for being here.”
I smiled as I watched her urge Sophie out of the room and up the stairs.
Two friendly employees, one rude prick, and a narcissistic boss. I could work with that.
For Sophie, I could do this.
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Ethan
I was a fool to have had anything to do with her at the club. And an even bigger fool for accepting her father’s request. Despite the fact that I hadn't recognized her, I still blamed myself.
She’d changed… a lot. Her hazel eyes looked different, especially under the dim lights. Her hair had grown. The dark strands were almost reaching the curve of her waist.
And her waist… fuck. They were perfect— slender, soft, and emphasized by her round ass. Her wide hips complimented her slender stature. Slim-thick, I guess that's what they called it. And fuck, she really was.
In just three years, she’d grown into womanhood. Her silhouette was enough to drive any man crazy. It was enough to make heads turn. It definitely made mine.
After the positive outcome with the Dean of Biomedical Sciences and the heads of department, I headed to the club.
It wasn’t an attempt to celebrate; I’d successfully closed far better deals, but I wanted to…chill. Even though I was the CEO of Thorne Industries, I rarely took breaks. I needed one.
I'd been at the VIP corner of the club when I spotted her. I just couldn't resist walking up to her. I'd be damned if I said I wasn’t mesmerized by her curves. But that wasn't all.
She was also beautiful. I'd seen many beautiful girls in my lifetime, but she was unique. Long dark hair, hazel eyes that seemed to change color under the dim light and a perfectly oval face shape.
There was a certain softness to her— her small lips and creamy skin— that drew me in. Instantly, I'd wanted to see her— to feel her.
I'd wanted to trace those sexy thighs beyond what peeked from her dress. And I did.
Fuck. She felt so good. Her soft flesh against my fingers and low moans felt surreal. Between her thighs felt like heaven, and I wanted to taste her.
It took effort to restrain my primitive instinct. She tasted even better. Her wetness felt good against my lips. Her sleek folds melted under my tongue.
I wanted to devour her— to feel her with my length.
I wanted her to scream in pleasure as I grunted at the sound of my balls slapping against her clit. I wanted to plunge into her wetness.
Fuck, I wanted to bend her over and thrust with a view of that ass.
Ass bouncing, screams of pleasure, and my length between two thick flesh was all I wanted at that moment.
But she froze. She must have come to her senses— realized I was a stranger, and she was probably not into one-night stands.
I was hard but quickly readjusted my pants and vanished. I'd thought all that would stay in Minnesota.
Nothing could stop the guilt gnawing at my heart. The guilt that had settled in my heart the moment I knew who she was.
Evie Norman.
The club lights had hindered me from recognizing her.
But the moment I saw her standing in her pajamas, I felt everything I'd felt on the night of the club.
But there was also another strong feeling that instantly hit me, guilt.
