Chapter 171 Victor arched an eyebrow in amused challenge.
Just as Isadora was about to open the car door, he slipped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her firmly onto his lap.
"Piggy Vaughan, you're just going to leave like this?" Isadora froze, suddenly hyperaware of Victor's body beneath her. The closeness sent a jolt of nerves through her, and she was too startled to move.
"What else do you want?" she managed, voice barely above a whisper.
Victor's lips brushed teasingly against her cheek, his breath hot against her ear. He let his fingers trace lightly over her skin before biting her earlobe-not gently, either.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ow!" she protested, her tone soft and petulant, more like a plea than a complaint. The sound made Victor's body tense with desire.
He leaned in closer, his gaze smoldering. "If you don't want to get hurt, you'd better behave." Maybe then she'd stop saying things that pissed him off.
Without another word, Victor turned her face toward him, his eyes dark and intense. He kissed her hard, possessive and unrestrained, claiming her lips with an urgency that stole her breath.
The familiar scent of him filled the car, saturating the air around her until she felt trapped-in the best possible way.
Isadora couldn't help but lose herself in the searing heat of his kiss. At spoint, her arms slipped around his neck, her body instinctively pressing closer, surrendering to the moment.
Victor's deep, passionate kiss seemed to last forever, until the heat between them threatened to ignite into something more. Only then did he finally pull away, breathless.
He gently smoothed her hair. "If I didn't have a flight later tonight, I'd be tempted to finish what we started right here." Isadora looked up at him, her eyes shining. "Business trip?" Last time, Victor had cut a week's business down to four days just to celebrate her birthday.
Now, there were still sfollow-up issues at the Solstrand branch he had to handle.
Victor's dark eyes glinted with mischief as he smiled, impossibly alluring. "Gonna miss me? Why don't you cwith me?" Isadora caught the teasing in his voice and finally snapped back to reality. "If you have to go, just go. I'm not stopping you." Victor let out a low, amused laugh. "Piggy Vaughan, while I'm gone, you'd better behave yourself. If anything happens, I want to hear it from you immediately." The Ace's Den.
Empty, expensive whiskey bottles littered the VIP suite's floor.
Magnus sat slumped on the couch, eyes bloodshot and icy with anger. Anyone who got too close could practically feel the chill radiating off him.
Clutching a bottle of whiskey in one hand, he poured himself a generous glass and knocked it back like water, barely flinching as it burned its way down.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs soon as he finished, Magnus hurled the glass across the room with a violent swing.
Scales pushed open the door just in tto see the glass smash against it, shattering inte sparkling pieces at his feet-a near miss that made him flinch. He'd never seen Magnus drink like this before.
Rushing over, Scales asked anxiously, "Magnus, what the hell's going on? Why are you getting yourself this wasted?" Magnus's words slurred as he muttered, "Isadora, why did you betray me? Why don't you... loveanymore?"
Scales hadn't believed the rumors he'd heard earlier that afternoon-that Nanette was claiming (sadora had gotten involved with Mr. Fitzgerald. But seeing Magnus like this, he had no choice but to believe it now. He sat down beside Magnus, trying to comfort him. "Magnus, con, stop drinking. If you keep this up, you'll tear your stomach up again." Magnus shoved him away and reached for another glass, determined to drown his pain.
Unable to watch any longer, Scales grabbed the glass from his hand, "She's just one woman, man. With the lights off, they're all the same-just a matter of how good they feel. Is it really worth it?" He nudged Magnus, gesturing toward the women waiting nearby. "Look at them— all ready and willing. You've got plenty of options to fill that void."