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I bit my lip, looking at him with pure lust in my eyes, spreading my legs wider. Shane put his hands on my hips, and I wrapped my legs around his waist before he shoved his penis deep inside. A loud moan slipped from my lips, and I moved my hands around his neck, digging my nails in his back as he kept thrusting, fast and rough, leading me to mind-blowing savage ecstasy.
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“Good evening, Mr. Vergoossen.” An elegantly dressed, beautiful dark-skinned woman smiled as we entered the chic lobby of Mastro’s in Beverly Hills. “Miss.” She nodded, greeting me.
“Good evening, Charlotte. Is everything ready?” Shane asked, holding his hand at the small of my back.
“Of course, our luxurious private dining room is waiting for you. Please follow me,” she said before leading the way.
“You have booked a private dining room?” I whispered as we followed the gorgeous woman, and Shane chuckled.
“Haven’t I told you I value my privacy?”
I raised my eyebrow before shaking my head, chuckling.
We entered a completely empty, large dining area. It was set amid a wine cellar that created a sophisticated vibe. Now I understood why Shane asked me to dress elegantly. I wore a white, tight dress with one long sleeve and one open arm, reaching my ankles, and high heels that Shane bought for me. I was surprised that everything fit perfectly, and he didn’t even ask for my clothes size. I had my long waves down, falling loosely on my back. Shane, in contrast, was dressed all in black—an elegant black blazer, shirt, no tie, and tapered pants.
“Please.” The lady smiled, pointing to the table.
There was a single wooden table in the middle of the area, covered with a white cloth, and only two chairs beside it prepared for us. Shane had pulled out the chair for me, smiling before walking around and sitting opposite me. We had oysters on the half shell for appetizers, Caesar salad and jumbo lobster tail for me as a main course, and a fifty-day, dry-aged strip for Shane, complemented by a bottle of fine red wine. The evening was passing by in a charming atmosphere. We talked about our likes, joked, laughed, and flirted. I’d felt like I’d known Shane for ages. I had never felt so good in someone’s company. It was magical. Until reality hit me, I realized I would have to return to my everyday life.
“What’s on your mind?” Shane asked, scanning my face carefully. It had always amazed me how attentive he was. He had never missed my mood change. And that was news to me; because before Shane, no one had ever paid so much attention to me. Not even Scar or Tess.
I let out a soft sigh. “Tomorrow is Monday. I have to get back to uni.”
“And you don’t feel ready?” His gaze was still on me.
I nodded. “You know, most of my peers are, let’s say, hard to keep up with. They live for drama. And I guess after I ran away from my engagement party, I will be the talk of the month. Or even a whole year.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed at the thought of all the gossip I’d have to face.
“Frankly, I thought you’d be like that too,” Shane stated, taking a sip of wine.
“Like what?” I frowned.
“Entitled.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “But you aren’t. You’re so different from what I assumed.”
The last sentence made the warning bells start to ring. “You had assumptions about me? I thought it was a coincidence we met.”
“It was,” he replied without blinking, composed like always.
“But it couldn’t have been a coincidence that you showed up at my engagement party, right?” I tried to drag something out of him. I knew there was no chance he had come to my engagement party, seducing me out of this for no reason. I just couldn’t figure outthereason, and whenever I brought the topic up, he would shrewdly find a way to escape it. And this time, it was quite an unusual way.
“Don’t move, or I’m gonna shoot!” A well-built man in a leather jacket, an earpiece, dark sunglasses, and a scar above his left eyebrow shouted, pointing a freaking gun at us.
My blood ran cold, and I couldn’t move. I got so scared I felt like my body was paralyzed. My heart was pumping so heavily that I thought it would jump out of my chest.
“Melanie, get behind me,” Shane stated with stoic calm, and it was mind blowing how he kept his composure in a situation like this. There was a man ready to shoot us.
I watched Shane quickly pull out a gun from the inside pocket of his jacket and point it back at the man; the sound of its cocking sent icy chills down my spine.
“You have a gun?!” I shouted, panicking—my heart in my throat.
“I always have a gun with me,” he hissed, angrily watching the lad.
WHAT?!
“What do you want?” Shane asked in a dangerously low tone, aiming at the man.
“The girl comes with me,” the man replied harshly, and my eyes grew wide in fear.
