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His lips continued the assault, his mouth sucking my tongue. I kissed him back, putting my arms around him. My fingers went into his hair. My feet weren’t touching the ground. I was holding onto Castle for dear life.

I pulled away. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Your brother will kill me if he finds out.”

I wondered if Castle had faked about not feeling well when I was talking to Jett so he could get me away from there.

Somehow, the thought of Castle being jealous for me was enticing.

I closed my eyes and relished the way he groaned into my mouth, pressing his thick arousal against my stomach. I felt the desire stirring inside my core. No one ever had this effect on me. His hands strayed from my hips to the slit at the side of the dress and his palm covered between my thighs.

I was breathing hard, but I still managed to say. “No, Castle, not here.”

It was clear that soon he would want more. He’d want to go forward and if he pushed, I don’t think I had it inside me to deny him what he sought. Suddenly, his moments stopped. He stilled, and I wondered what had frozen him.

In my peripheral vision, I saw why he remained immobilized.

Chandler stood a few feet away from us, staring silently. His expressions were unreadable.

He couldn’t be trusted!

It was no secret that Chandler, despite being cute as hell; was also a little runt, unlike Theo, who appeared to be cold from the outside but cared about people and liked to maintain a distance because he didn’t like what his family was doing to innocent people.

Chandler would no doubt spill. I didn’t want to go through another fun episode of ′let’s break-Millie’s legs.’

Castle slowly placed me down. My heels touched the floor.

I walked to where his little brother was standing, his big apple-green eyes watching me as I stepped in front of him.

“Chandler, what you saw here was nothing. Castle and I were only talking to each other.”

“With his hands in your panties?” He snapped.

I stood there, shell-shocked. That sounded nasty coming from was an innocent-looking eleven-year-old spoiled rich brat.

“It’s not what you think. I promise. Castle wasn’t feeling well inside the ballroom, so I brought him here.” I explained.

He looked directly at Castle, ignoring what I’d just said. “Devin said we’re leaving the party soon. You better eat up your dinner or you’re going to be starving when you get home.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he eats.” I assured him.

Chandler frowned. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

His rudeness was next level. I don’t remember hating a kid so much before. Chandler was extremely moody. Sometimes hewanted to play board games with me, and then other times he treated me like I was a garden insect.

We returned to the party with Chandler, had our dinner, which was a long buffet of fine-dining food, and then Devin told me we were going to leave early.

I was thankful for not getting caught up in any drama.

Three days had passed, and I had heard nothing from Devin.

How could Chandler possibly shut his mouth about what he’d witnessed at the party? It was hard for me to assume that this had something to do with luck because I wasn’t lucky by a long shot.

I tried to keep Castle’s hands off me after being seen at the party, just to be on the safer side, but all I could think of was Castle’s mouth on mine and the delicious way his hands would roam all over my body. It was hard to keep myself from fantasizing about what we could be under normal circumstances.

If Castle had been well, would he still desire me? These questions continued to pop up in my mind, refusing to let go.

I sat in the room’s darkness with only my thoughts to keep me company.

There was a soft knock on the door.

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