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Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle

Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle

Author: Natala O'neal
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Chapter 1 Manhattan Top Floor

Word Count: 1114    |    Released on: 10/03/2026

he Plaza Hotel's presidentia

ghtly that the sharp plastic edges bit

e green light blinked,

hit her like a physical blow, thick with th

ediately locked onto a custom Armani suit jack

he crystal chandelier in the hallway. It

burned the back of her throat. This was the m

sounds of wet skin slapping against skin and heavy

ad, a freezing calm w

. She opened the camera, switched to vid

droom and kicked the doo

d limbs on the king-sized bed. Kevin was on to

eze. He snapped his head around

ng a pillow and hurling it at the doo

mply tilted her head, letting

he red stop button.

ere was no jealousy in her chest, only the

g scream, pulling the silk

ut of the suite, her heels clicking against t

s felt like they were collapsing. She slammed

eded it to burn away the f

ibcage, but it couldn't drown out the churning in her stomach. She forced the nausea down, her face still a mask of thick, uneven foundation and

of the bar, ignoring the sideways gla

your strongest," Isido

ip it. She threw her head back and s

tream like a match dropped

to her was pulled back. A

p cedarwood mixed with a dark, dangerous male pheromone. It co

eat," the m

mble. It sounded exhausted, like

but she could make out a razor-sharp jawline and a

s white. His chronic insomnia had been

drifted across the

is that hit his brain like a heavy dose of tranquilizer

head toward the woma

severe bun. The woman's appearance was a jarring contradiction to the ethereal, calming fragrance she wore. But in that moment, as the crus

he hair on her arms stand up. It was also deeply confusing. No

lk away, but the martini bet

ll sid

Cedrick's hand was burning hot, the heat sea

ned with the heavy alcohol in he

't pull away. Instead, she reached up and w

e gap in the heavy curtains, stab

. Every muscle in her body ached

scarred back faced her on the

skull like a freight train. The rough hand

r throat. She c

crambled across the carpet, grabbing her scattere

e needed to make sure t

and pulled out ten cris

ed at the harsh letters for a split second, her expression hardening into absolute, cold detac

and, right next to his heavy, expensive-looking wa

nked the suite door open and ran

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