Page 146 of Whirlwind

“My husband inspires me.” She grinned.

A tall, dark, handsome man suddenly slid his arms around Adri from behind. “There you are,vré!” he said, his voice deep, amused. He bent next to her, brushing her cheek with a kiss, as she clutched his arms.

“Finally. Sit with us.”

“For a bit.” Same British-y lilt to his Greek accented English, his molten gaze lifted, landing on me. Tall Dark and forget “handsome,” this man was Impossibly Gorgeous. I’d never seen such big brooding dark eyes before, a defined, sculpted jaw. Next to him stood that soccer superstar and his model girlfriend we’d spotted on Mykonos. The three of them together were blinding. The wine sizzled in my throat.

“Violet, this is my brother, Marko. Marko this is Violet. She was in Mykonos with us and Tag along with Beck, over there, whom you know of.”

Marko dipped his head in that very Greek way, his dark eyes flashing.Holy hades.“Good to meet you, Violet.” We shook hands. “This is Javier.” Marko gestured at Soccer Star.

“Hello.” Javier smiled at me, his bright gaze shifting to Adri. “Adri, you look beautiful as always.” Adri popped up out of her chair, and the two of them hugged lightly, planting kisses on each other’s cheeks.

“Thank you.”

“This is Tasha,” he introduced his girlfriend, who grinned and waved at us. She was very tall and very thin, her lips full and glossy.

Turo came over, a hand on Marko’s shoulder. “Marko, Javier—I have seats for you over here.” Winking at his wife, he led them to the other end of the table.

I leaned into Adri. “We saw Javier and Tasha hounded by paparazzi all over the island this week. Now I got to meet them.”

“Javier plays for my brother’s football team.”

“How do you mean?”

“Marko owns a football team here in Greece, one of the best—you call it soccer in America? Javier is his star player.”

“Oh, I see.” Adri and her brother were the kind of rich you read about in Forbes and in billionaire hero romance novels.

My phone pinged, and I glanced at it. Instagram notifications had flared up like a rushing river on my screen, banners flashing, flashing.Huh.I hadn’t posted anything since I’d been here. I glanced over at Beck. His head was bent down over his phone, his brow furrowed, jaw tight.

“Dio Santo!”Alessio’s voice rose from the other side of the table where he now sat with Marko and Turo. He swiped over his phone. “This is fantastic!”

Beck lifted his gaze to me. Pained, hard, his hand clutching his phone. My heart twisted.

Javier and Tasha glanced at Alessio’s phone and took out their own, tapping and swiping at their screens. Marko and Turo were in a serious conversation, oblivious for the time being.

A direct message on Instagram from my sister popped up on my notification, and I blinked at it:“Whoa V!”

My phone had blown the fuck up with messages. I’d been tagged on someone’s post. What the hell? I clicked over. From Tag’s account. He’d just posted a photo and he’d tagged me on it. My heart racing, I clicked on the post.

“Oh, no.”

One of the photos that I’d taken of me and Beck on our terrace the other night. We were in darkness, but we were both obviously naked, and Beck was licking the side of my throat, his fingers gripped my neck, cuffing me, possessing me.

If you knew Beck Lanier, you knew it was him. The tattoo on his upper back of a lion roaring showed clearly. The Savage Souls bracelet that Alessio had clipped on my wrist for the shoot that day was visible as I dug my hands in Beck’s hair. And that wasn’t all. The curve of my breast, my head thrown back in surrender to him. An image of wanton lust. Raw connection. Indulgence in the dark.

My insides caved in, my lungs tightened painfully.

This was my photo. My private photo of me and Beck, and I’d promised Beck …Shit.

How did Tag…

I read the post.

??Night of Fire - always give it your all - emotion, body, soul. FEEL IT and COME ALIVE.

????these 2 are HOT AF, don’t you think? LET THEM KNOW????

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