Page 168 of Sinful Promises


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So here I was now, after an 11-hour flight, in this gritty, rat-infested city, watching her from a distance like a crazy stalker.

The lights flickered on her face, her dress clung to her curves perfectly, and her hair was pulled up in a sleek bun that exposed the elegant curve of her neck—the place where I once felt whole, where I ached to bury my face.

Fuck, it was too much.

My heart swelled with pride as I watched her shine.

Her exhibition project was a roaring success, and people showered her and Angelo with praise.

I kept a low profile, lurking in the shadows, not just to avoid scaring her off or ruining her night.

But I knew it was a lie.

The truth is, I was fucking terrified.

Fuckin’ hell.

I feel like a teenager all over again.

Alexsei shot me a cocky nod, raising his champagne in my direction, while Sofiya pecked a shorter guy on both cheeks before darting off.

As my eyes tracked her departure, a voice sliced through the air like a blade.

A woman with short blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and draped in a long, tight light blue dress sidled up next to me.

In an instant, I recognized her—Lily Daniels, daughter of Owen Daniels, the big shot CEO of Greems, a major player in the organic food industry.

“Looking for your next prey?” she said, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.

I turned my gaze towards her. “Already found it.”

“What a shame,” she whispered, her hand trailing sensually down my arm.

Then, she slid her business card into view and tucked it into my pocket.

“Let me know when you’re ready for your next hunt,” she winked.

I scoffed. If she only knew.

My one and only prey had just strutted out of the room moments ago, and she’s the only one I want, the only one I fucking need.

“A bit desperate, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me?” she chuckled softly. “With a guy as fine as you, I bet women are dropping their clothes before you even look their way.”

Damn right.

I’ve never had trouble getting women into bed, in every position you can imagine—legs spread, on their knees, ass up, you name it.

But nothing—and I mean absolutely nothing—comes close to being with Sofiya.

Making love to her is on a whole different level, a realm of its own that nothing else can touch.

I took a step away from this woman, but before I could go any further, she reached out and grabbed my arm.

“Let me show you just how damn generous I can be,” she whispered.

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t fuck desperate women.”

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