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My mind goes back and forth, weighing the pros and cons.

What if he’s not that interested? What if he only said he was to get me back in bed? My heart races with the possibilities. I sigh,knowing I’ll never stop wondering if I don’t take a chance.

“Okay, Mandy, just do it,” I mutter to myself, unlocking my phone and opening up our message thread. My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before I finally type out a message.

How’s it going?

I hit send before I can second-guess myself.

Now, all I can do is wait and see what happens next.

Chapter 13

Enzo

I'm leaning against my Bentley outside a chic coffee shop in Silver Lake. The sun's nearly set, and the sky's ablaze with oranges and reds, casting a warm glow over the swaying palm trees, offering a view of serene calm.

Mandy’s text caught me off guard. I’d been on the verge of texting her myself, something I tried to rationalize as strategic. She’s a means to an end, a way to get to Jimmy Charles.

But I can’t lie to myself—there’s more to it than that.

I haven’t stopped thinking about her since our night together. The memory of her soft skin, her eager response, her innocence ... it’s all I can do to keep from marching straight to her. I want a repeat performance, with some added bonuses, if she’s willing.

Underneath that virginal exterior, I sense a wildcat waiting to be unleashed. The thought sends a thrill through me. I want to be the one to set her free, to show her the darker side of pleasure she’s never known.

I glance at my phone, reading her message again.

How’s it going?

Simple and innocent, yet it sends a wave of desire crashing through me. I can’t help but smirk. She has no idea what she’s getting into, but she will soon enough.

The sun dips lower, and the colors in the sky deepen. This city, despite all its glitz and glamor, hides a lot of darkness. Mandy’s about to get a taste of it, whether she’s ready or not.

But it’s not just about Jimmy Charles. The thought nags at me, an uncomfortable truth I’m not ready to face. She’s more than a pawn in my game. There’s something about her that draws me in and makes me want to possess her in every way.

I take a deep breath, pushing those thoughts aside.Focus, Enzo. This is about control, about getting what I want. And right now, what I want is Mandy.

I watch as she walks out of the coffee shop, a drink in hand and her bag slung across her body, the strap perfectly placed between her breasts, making them impossible to ignore.

She looks like something out of an LA dream in her workout clothes, the tight fabric gripping her gorgeous body. The sight of her makes me feel like a wild animal, ready to pounce.

Her eyes flash when she sees me, and she gasps.

She approaches me slowly with uncertain steps, and before she can speak, I take her in my arms and kiss her soundly on the lips. The feeling of her surrender against me is intoxicating. Her lips are soft and eager, and I revel in the taste of her.

When we finally part, her eyes are wide with surprise and excitement.

“How did you know I was here?” she asks, breathless.

I smirk, keeping my tone coy. “I’m in the business of knowing things, Mandy.”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “Of course you are.”

I keep one arm around her waist, pulling her close. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Really?” she says, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

“Good,” I reply, my voice low and commanding. “Because I want to see you again. Tonight.”

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