Sleeping with the Enemy's Son

ey's

be the perfume I wore that ni

k of my black gown, huggin

er of media king Marcus Walter, fiancée to the most bori

the kind of woman who migh

agne glass as she admired me. "No one's

the delicate black lace acro

engagement to Richard Thorne - the golden boy of Wall St

ter of a man who could destroy ent

, I was

st, I wan

s teasing, but sharp underneath. "You've bee

d he ha

ays say

ched me in months, that he flinched from my hand like it burned him.

dragged me toward the door. "Everyone who's anyone will be at the gala. Bi

ugh mine. "One night. No names, no cameras,

e fun before your father ma

ht I alr

shimmered like temptat

hundred untold sins. Masks glimmered, laughter tangled wi

ooked, power w

ke, half-hidden behind my mask, si

atched. I wasn't being her - Marcus Walter's p

spered before slipping away

eeks hurt, until the sound of lau

when I

beneath a black suit, a silver mask that caught the ligh

e

d. Then he lifted his glass sl

't come here for a story. I

sed the ro

e - cedarwood, rain, danger.

ook like you

do you,

d somehow that made it worse.

take my hand. His touch was warm, firm, and

orchestra shifted to something slow - t

ou?" I ask

ll forget in

to beli

he already knew the parts of me I'd

ed lightly against my back, guiding me in time with the mu

aking," he

I'm n

, leaning closer

didn't realize I'd been holding my breath unti

n he ki

nfident.

hat made you forge

it through the

became too sharp to ignore. He led me down a quiet hallway, one

heat and brea

s clicked shut behind us, mu

ur name," I

s ghosting over my

hesitated. Then I

- the night that rewrot

touch, one lie I'd tell myself for

ted the city gold, I

jaw, the faint shadow of stubble, the rise and fall of his chest. Wit

ufflink - sleek, silver, an

.

y fingers, the metal

I'd never see him aga

lipped back into my gown, and walke

moment I just stood there - the quiet hum filli

l entrance, their cameras hungry for scandal. They didn't know the heire

d with a messa

brunch. Don't b

ost l

d for something that ha

ndow - the city lights fading into daylight. My lipstick w

own, I alr

ng had

n't know y