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Chapter 60: Temptations, Investigations, and Revelations
(Ethan’s POV)
I finished my third cigarette, yet the agitation in my chest refused to subside. The image of Olivia leaning into Connor, her leg casually resting against his thigh, was
burned into my mind like a brand.
+ Pointa
With a frustrated growl, I started the car and headed back to my hotel. The city lights blurred past as I drove too fast, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.
When I finally reached my room, I roughly tugged off my tie and hung up my jacket. The silence of the empty suite pressed in on me, until suddenly–it wasn’t empty at
all.
I froze in shock. There, in the center of my king–sized bed, lay Cassandra Evans. She was draped in a seductive black lace slip dress, her body curvaceous and alluring in
the dim light.
“Ethan, you’re back,” she whispered, her gaze misty and sultry.
The sight ignited something primal in me. My blood surged uncontrollably, my mind exploding into chaos. Though desire was already rising within me, I forced myself to
scowl.
“What are you doing here?”
Cassandra’s eyes shimmered provocatively as she shifted on the bed. “Waiting for
you.”
“Get out!” My brows knit tightly, voice laced with cold impatience.
“No.” Her voice deepened with temptation as she stepped off the bed, her every movement calculated to seduce.
She grabbed hold of my tie, smiling with intoxicating charm, and leaned in close. Her breath was warm against my ear. “Tonight, let me stay with you.”
I pushed her away, but it was half–hearted at best. Cassandra seized the moment, tiptoed up and pressed her lips against mine in a passionate kiss.
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A muffled groan escaped my throat as my resistance collapsed. Instead of pushing
her away again, I gave in completely.
The air heated rapidly around us. With sudden hunger, I scooped her up roughly and threw her onto the bed, taking over with feral urgency.
We tumbled into a reckless night of indulgence, lost in lust and tangled sheets. In the darkness behind my closed eyes, I saw amber eyes instead of green, honey–brown hair instead of Cassandra’s darker locks.
Morning light filtered through the curtains as I woke naturally. My head throbbed slightly from last night’s excesses, and as I turned, I found Cassandra’s face inches
from mine.
Shock instantly sobered me. I bolted upright, voice sharp and angry. “What are you doing here?”
Cassandra’s cheeks flushed with shyness, yet her tone was coy and victorious.
“Ethan, we were wild all night. You wanted me again and again–don’t you
remember?”
I was stunned into momentary silence. My gaze dropped to the scattered remnants
of our night–torn black stockings, a messy pile of clothes on the floor–and
fragments of last night’s feverish scenes slammed into my mind.
Disgust and remorse twisted inside me. I cursed under my breath, yanked clean clothes from the closet, and started dressing.
“Where are you going?” Cassandra hurriedly tried to hold onto my arm.
“Let go of me!” I violently flung her hand away. My tone was harsh, laced with self–loathing. “Warning you: Don’t seduce me again. Now my heart belongs only to
Olivia!”
Cassandra sneered, her pride wounded but her sarcasm sharp. “Only Olivia? But last night, you obviously enjoyed me so much. Why deny your feelings? You still like me, don’t you?”
My lips curled with bitter contempt. “Don’t you know? Men can separate s*x and love. Besides, when I was with you, the only person I pictured was Olivia. Otherwise, why do you think I took you so many times?”
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Cassandra’s face drained of color, her voice trembling with rage. “Ethan Grey, you
bastard!”
+8 Points >
I buttoned my shirt with a cold, mocking smile tinged with helpless sorrow. “Didn’t you always know I was a bastard? If I wasn’t, would I have cheated on Olivia before
we even broke up? Would I have lost her in the first place?”
Hearing this self–recrimination, Cassandra actually laughed, her eyes flashing a
taunting light. “So, you’re perfectly aware of what a scumbag you are. Truly, your
shamelessness knows no bounds.”
(Connor’s POV)
I sat behind my desk at Rivers Pack Headquarters, eyes narrowed as I studied the reports before me. The silver wound in my side had finally healed enough that I could return to work, though Olivia still fussed over me constantly.
“Well? Have you found out who took Jessica Sullivan that day?” I asked, looking up at
Frank Langley.
My senior beta stood at attention, his posture perfect as always. “According to surveillance, the people who kidnapped Grace Winters during the engagement ceremony and those who took Jessica Sullivan away appear to be the same group.”
This confirmed my suspicions. The attacks weren’t random–they were coordinated.
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