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I have taken yours.

If only it were that black and white.

If only Gianna didn’t taste so fucking delicious.

As we head toward Manhattan, Gianna places her hand on my cock and strokes me over the fabric. I pretend for a moment that this was my real life. That she worked in marketing or was a fucking teacher or nurse, and I was an active Marine.

If all of this with her was real, I might be a happy man.

But it’s not.

I am playing a very dangerous game.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

GIANNA

I’m used to luxury. I grew up with an immense amount of wealth and still am surrounded by it every day, but as I step into Connor and Mia’s penthouse, my mouth drops open.

The view across Manhattan and Central Park is absolutely stunning.

Mia pulls me in for a hug and I feel her genuine warmth.

“Braxton.” Connor shakes his hand.

“Connor. Good to see you,” he replies.

Their interaction is stiffer than I was expecting, but then again, I’ve made assumptions. Braxton never said they were good friends. He passed on his wishes to the man via Mia the night we met.

That was all.

They are business colleagues, that is clear.

“Come in.” Connor says to us both. “It’s good to meet you, Gianna. Mia has told me a little about you.”

“All good things, I’m sure.” I smile as we follow him into the spacious living room and a server hands me a glass of champagne.

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