One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss

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d through me as i stepped into Verità, one

ears I'd been wait

Grant had never been one for grand ges

made the reservation. "M

ope that tonight migh

was late, the minutes dragging as I tried

ed in denim shorts and a sleeveless shirt that flaunted tho

g as he walked toward me, though som

a look that had my heart lurching

atch in my throat. "You have no idea h

clasping on the table, his fingers laced t

in my lap, my anticip

egan, his voice

omething I nee

lt like a punch, but I forced mysel

ooking away, his eyes fixe

et someo

?" My voice was shaky as I searched his face, trying to make s

till averted. "She's...

lungs. "What? But we'

. "And I never planned to tell you like this, but... I ca

dge of his nose. "I'm sorry,

words settled like s

sacrifice, and compromise for a f

one I could lean on. But now it felt like he'd

e nights ago about him not supporting me with my father's medical bills, the way

ner, wanted to scream at him for abandoning me whe

nothing l

d walked away, leaving me sitting alone, surround

s of Bellmore, numb and directionless, until I found myself stepping into the dim, co

somewhere removed from e

look as I tossed them back. The alcohol burned, but it didn't d

e was moving underwater, distorted, w

ing stronger," a smooth voice said

nst the bar, his dark eyes studying

shirt with his sleeves rolled up casually,

him. I let my eyes rake over him fo

," I muttered, tipping back another drink. My

. "I don't usually recommend drowning sorrows, b

y he casually he ran a hand over his raven-bla

said with a grin, nodding toward the beade

ke this damned thing off already. He lean

uldn't explain, I

that felt grounding, as if he could stead

something," I managed, m

gly soft. He looked away for a moment, a flic

life. Figured this bar wa

led, the faintest lift

r four years," I murmured. "

as he took in my expression. He nodded, as if

ou got the raw

mfort in them, in the shared understa

ger, even tears that slipped out despite my best efforts

er, the world around us slipping away until it was

ached for my hand, his

ne, then his crimson lips crashed into mine

over him. What do you think?" His voice was low as he br

ering why such a good-looking guy

confident; don't men

s feeling every inch of my body thr

ow his touch ignited

I wanted more of this feeling, anything, that would

ing him lead me out of the bar a

ng my cheek, my hair. His touch was slow, careful, almo

his hands on my skin, grounding me in the present,

his name by the tim

ty rasp against my ear, send

aced my jaw, tilting my face up to his.

n his words made

as doing to me, exactly ho

ed, his lips brushing

worship and I don't plan

low in my stomach as I surrend

as in the way he held me, the way his gaze bu

wanted to bu

lf in the way he held me, the wa

loyalty to that bastard, I allowed

bed, and in that moment,