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Damn.

I’ve heard breakup sex is hotter than relationship sex, but I never realized how true it could be.

My entire lower half is sore, and my throat feels a little raw, now that I think about it.

A lovely replay of those smoking-hot memories runs through my mind once more. I wish I could remember our goodbye fuck clearly, especially since the sex has never left me feeling like I do this morning.

Maybe I could overlook a few questionable business endeavors to feel this satisfied on a daily basis?

No, that’s ridiculous.

There’s still a person with a cloth bag over their face, and from here, this looks like a whole bunch of drug distribution felonies and a possible kidnapping charge.

Here’s hoping they sanitized the table before getting started.

It seems Will’s entrepreneurial nature won out, and he’s expanding his business again.

This is my sign from the universe that I can’t ignore this crap anymore.

It’s safe to say the three men spot me at the same time. One of them reaches into the waistband of his pants at his back, ripping a gun out and striding toward me.

“Ohmigod.” My eyes widen, and my head bumps against the door as I stumble backward in last night’s choice of high heels.

Couldn’t I have picked a nice flat?

Or even sneakers?

Why don’t I ever do myself any favors the next morning?

He snarls something in a language I don’t understand.

I raise my hands, palms out.

“I was just leaving. Is Will here? We really need Will. I don’t know what you’re saying.” I swallow thickly as he continues to growl at me in words I can’t comprehend. “I’m just going to go. I didn’t see anything. Nothing. Just the door over there calling my name. That’s all I can see.” My hand flies up as I point at the hallway that leads to my exit out of this penthouse.

My crossbody purse bounces against my stomach as I stride forward, pulling a hand up to cup my face. It blocks the table and the other two guys from view as I stumble toward the front door like a newborn giraffe.

My heart races the entire way, but if I can’t see the illegal activity, then it doesn’t exist…

Right?

I am so done with this relationship that’s not an actual relationship.

Dating is seriously disappointing these days.

I’m an omega, dammit!

Where is my pack of stunningly sexy alpha protectors? Why doesn’t anyone want to court me?

I don’t look back as I continue moving.

It’s clearly a big mistake because the man behind me grabs my shoulder when I’m only a few feet from the hall that leads out of the penthouse. He shoves me hard against the wall, putting the gun to my forehead.

A whimper escapes as his hold tightens.

“I-I k-know how to k-keep my mouth shut,” I stutter out. “I w-won’t say a w-word.”

The man’s dark eyes sparkle, like he’s enjoying my fear. He says something I don’t understand, but at this point, that’s a given. I don’t even recognize the language. His warm breath fans over my face as his other hand lands on the edge of my thigh and starts to move under the hem of my dress.

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