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I sit back in the booth, pressing my fingers against my temples.
Okay.
He might’ve won last night.
But I don’t lose.
Not when I have a plan.
Not when I have the law on my side.
Not when I’m me.
Not when I’m Adriana fucking Castillo.
Chapter 19
Angelo
Ifucked up yesterday.
I know it.
And I’ll fix it.
She locked herself in the guest room, and I don’t blame her. I was an ass.
But I also know—if she’d just stop fighting me for one fucking second, if she let me in, let me touch her, she’d remember. Remember how good it felt to have me inside her. How I made her come apart on my cock, begging for more. She’d remember what we were. What we could still be.
The clause was necessary.
It’ll heal us. Fix what’s broken.
No woman wants to be told they have to, especially not Adriana, but I can win her over. Charm her. Remind her why she fell for me in the first place.
I button my shirt, spray cologne, and head for her room.
Two knocks.
Wait.
No answer.
I check my watch. Nine-thirty. She could still be asleep.
I try the knob.
Not locked.
I open it slowly, gently.
Empty.
I move through the penthouse, my pace quickening.
Kitchen—empty.
Living room—empty.
