Page 32 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

The lack of strings.

Knowing where she lived seemed too familiar.

I swallowed. I needed a way to get back on track. A way to keep the mystery alive.

“Only if you blindfold me.”

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We stepped inside a building.It was warm inside. My face was covered with a blindfold.

It was pretty stupid now that I think about it.

What if she had been an enemy?

What if she had somehow been hired to kill me?

I left myself vulnerable, and for what?

Sex?

I sighed as she took off the blindfold, half expecting some dudes to be there to kill me. But that wasn’t the case.

I smiled, relieved.

This was more than sex.

There was a connection that I was almost addicted to; but one that I knew I couldn’t do anything about.

I took a look around the room, and damn, it was like stepping into a time machine.

The furniture had that old, worn-out sort of charm that one might find in a 1990s Better Homes & Gardens magazine.

It was like Grandma’s house.

Strangely cozy.

But weird.

And a little tacky.

"So, what's the deal with all the vintage stuff?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to sound casual and not judgmental or rude.

She laughed boisterously. It was infectious.

Probably the sweetest sound I had ever heard. "Oh, that's my dad's thing. He's all about the retro vibe. I guess I've just gotten used to it.”

Her laughter and explanation added a touch of warmth to the room, making it feel even more inviting than it did before.

“Your dad?” I asked.

“Yeah. He works overnight at a fish market sometimes,” she said. “My mom left us a few years ago without a lot of explanation, and he just kind of keeps busy, but he won’t be back until dawn.”

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

I didn’t know what I would have done without my parents.

Not that she was a child.

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