t. She already knows Martins will be up first. The blonde bombshell is practically shaking with suspense waiting for the moment the bid leaves Midnight's mouth. Sure enough, Marti

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ple of them too. The men and women bidding for this jewelry set have money, just not enough. They would have to drop out around eighty-five

Midnights' does. To the people in this room, she is nothing but an heiress

ght's eyes as they land on an extremely attractive man. His tan skin and piercing hazel eyes glow under the bright lights of the ballroom-turned-auction house. This man was truly one of those men you only s

e three people she would ever trust with her true identity. The other is Mr. Lucas. Sanchez always lets Midnight stay with him at his Vi

eye contact with the blue-eyed beauty. Her eyes mirror the Azul crystal water that surrounds his villa. Her beauty was like none other he had ever seen. He

wouldn't bother so hard to obtain it, but next week was his mother's birthday and

e and cherish, a woman who could put up with his demons, a woman who could put him in place, a woman w

aining paddles go down. She had only been off by three million, after all, she was the best. This sexy Spanish asshole was not abo

tare but she was also bold enough to smirk at him. What a turn-on. He smirks back at her when he notices the slight movement off her silky shimmering pink d

re-down, Stanley takes the chance to do a deep observation of Midnight. The woman had flawless curves, ones a woman could only dream of having. Her breasts are nice and round, not too large and not too small, an adequate size. Her toned and tan arms seem to glow under the bright lights shining down from t

ically beating heart mixed with the heat between her thighs, and his sexy sm

an one hundred twenty million at an auction and that was three years ago when she bought the Crescent Diamond. She had more than enough money and she could always steal som

nny?! In her line of work, reading body language, eye language, and facial expressions was a must. Her mother was a professional con artist before s

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her thoughts that this was all a game to him. For some absurd reason he just wanted to get under her skin

auction had the bidding sale gone over two hundred ten million and that was almost t

wice, going three times, and sold to Mr. Sanchez Romano." Martin sighs in defeat and chugs back the rest of he

ely fine with her few weapons. The three Glocks she kept in her London apartment and the small jewel-encrusted dagger she had strapped a