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For some reason, his words don't feel as satisfying as they should. There’s a hollow note to them, like he’s pointing out something I didn’t want to admit. I look down at my glass, feeling a twinge of uncertainty. My videos never sold any houses, all it brought was a man who wanted to buy me for sex.

He must notice my unhappy expression because he brings his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip before tilting his head. “Let me guess, now you hate me.”

I shrug, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. “You know exactly how to get under my skin.”

“Part of my charm,” he says, his eyes twinkling.

“Charm, huh?” I challenge, crossing my arms. “More like a talent for infuriating people.”

He lifts his glass. “I could say the same about you.”

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh really? How exactly am I doing that?”

He pauses for a moment as if considering his next words. “Maybe you’re making me lose my sanity.”

The way he says it, quiet, almost vulnerable, makes my heart skip. “Well, maybe we’re even then.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

IVAN

Iwant to fuck her. Right now. “Ready to leave?”

She blinks, surprised. She thought we’d stay longer and talk a bit more. “Okay, sure.”

I call my chauffeur and pay the bill quickly. We step outside together, our bodies not touching. The night air hits me, cool and sharp, but it does nothing to douse the heat inside. She stands there, illuminated by the glow of the city lights, and for a second, everything else fades. She’s gorgeous—the way her hair catches the light, the translucence of her eyes.

My driver pulls up and gets out, opening the door for her, and she slides in, casting a look over her shoulder at me.

As the door closes and the driver settles in up front, I can feel her presence. Smell her skin… her shampoo… her pussy. The city moves around us, the hum of traffic and distant horns, but it’s like everything outside the car is just a blur.

My eyes flick to her hands resting on her lap, her fingers tapping lightly like she’s nervous. The temptation gnaws at me—if only she’d worn a dress.

She shifts beside me, and our eyes meet. There’s a look there—curiosity, maybe even a challenge. It’s like she knows she’s driving me crazy.

I lean in, just a little, my voice low. “You know, you’re making this really hard.”

Her lips twitch like she’s holding back a smile. “Am I?” she says, her tone playful, but there’s something else there, something that makes my pulse quicken.

I glance up at the driver, feeling the heat rise in my chest. The tension is building, and I can’t ignore it. I’m tired of pretending I can wait.

“You have no idea,” I mutter, shifting closer until our knees touch. My hand inches toward hers. She doesn’t pull away.

Instead, she looks at me, her eyes wide and questioning.

I lean in, the scent of her filling my senses. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” I whisper, feeling the thrill of the moment, the urgency, the need to forget everything else and just take her.

She glances at the driver, then back at me, and there’s a flicker of hesitation. “Here?” she asks, her voice barely audible.

“Why not?” I reply, and the thrill spikes. We both know it’s risky, that the driver is right there, but it’s exactly that—the closeness, the fact that we’re supposed to hold back—that makes me want to break all the rules.

I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling her muscles tense, the hesitation in the way she leans back against the seat. Her eyes flicker to the front where the driver sits, and I can see the conflict there, the reluctance.

“We’re not alone,” she whispers, her voice tight. “The driver—he’ll know. This isn’t private.”

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “It’s called privacy glass. He won’t see or hear anything.” I press a button and thepartition goes up. “There. It’s just us now,” I murmur, my fingers tracing up her inner thigh. “No one else.”

She bites her lip, eyes searching mine. “This still feels…” Her voice trails off, and I can tell she’s wavering, the battle between her desire and her reservations playing out in her head.

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