AYLA
Nico stood a few distances from where I was, and I could see his eyes pierce through the men who dared to look at me.
I didn't even have it in me to face him right now. I didn't want to see his face.
Not after the steamy sex Cassian and I had inside the car.
My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
Even now, I could still feel him inside, each thrust as my body took him in.
I fanned my hand over my face to cool down the heat rising to it. This place suddenly felt hot.
Too bloody hot for the weather outside, and for the air conditioners inside here.
My eyes scanned the ballroom and fell on him.
He stood there, cold, dark-blue eyes glimmering under the light; assessing and demanding even in the crowd. A glass of wine in his hand, Lani Moretti beside him.
He looked nothing like the man who had nipped my breast, the one who had made me cum inside his car.
He caught me staring.
I glanced away.
