Chapter 2
When Dominic looked up, Ariana caught a glimpse of unfathomable darkness in his eyes.
Perhaps it was his natural authority as someone born to power, but being caught in such a compromising position didn’t faze him in the slightest.
With casual deliberation, he slipped the photograph under his pillow, his long fingers methodically adjusting the alarming bulge in his tailored pants.
In mere seconds, he’d reverted to his usual detached, ascetic demeanor, as if the man losing control moments before had been a figment of her imagination.
“Need something, Miss Reeves?” he asked coolly, leaning back slightly to create distance between them.
He was always like this.
The mere photograph of Mia could drive him to desperation, yet in Ariana’s presence, he acted like a Catholic priest with a vow of celibacy.
Ariana’s nails dug into her palm as she pictured Mia’s bland, unremarkable face-
Her sister’s body wasn’t as curvy as hers, her features not as striking as well. Yet somehow everyone fell for that manufactured innocence act.
Whatever. She had beauty, money, and curves in all the right places.
From today forward, she was washing her hands of anyone who didn’t appreciate what she offered.
“There’s an auction tomorrow night. You’ll accompany me,” she instructed flatly before turning to leave.
Dominic frowned. “I believe I requested two days off…”
“I heard Mia will be there,” she said without looking back.
After a moment of silence, his deep voice replied, “Understood, Miss Reeves.”
Ariana felt a sting in her heart like a needle prick.
Of course. Just mention Mia’s name, and he’d break any rule, abandon’any principle.
That’s fine.
Soon enough, she would personally deliver him to Mia’s side.
The next morning, Ariana had barely stepped outside the villa when she spotted Dominic already waiting by the car.
His black suit accentuated his perfect physique–broad shoulders and narrow waist–while the morning light cast a golden edge along his stern profile.
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99 Bloody I ashes And A Rullat To His Hoort
Chapter 2
In the past, she would have deliberately tried to provoke a reaction–pretending to twist her ankle and falling into his arms, or whispering in his ear with her lips close enough to feel his heat.
Today, she simply got into the car without expression, not even sparing him a single glance.
Dominic seemed surprised, studying her for a beat longer than usual before silently sliding into the passenger seat.
As the car headed toward the auction house, Ariana stared out the window. Unlike her usual self, she didn’t fabricate excuses to make conversation. The silence between them was so complete that their breathing was the only sound.
The auction was being held at the city’s most prestigious hotel.
Crystal chandeliers illuminated the grand hall like daylight, while the air was perfumed with expensive fragrances worn by the social elite.
Ariana had barely entered when sho
Mia standing with a group of society girls. Her half–sister wore a white
sundress, her straight black hair falling over her shoulders as she chatted and smiled, the picture of sweet innocence.
Dominic’s demeanor shifted instantly.
Though he still physically stood behind Ariana, fulfilling b
completely captured by Mia.
bodyguard duties, she could feel his attention
“Ari!” Mia spotted them and rushed over, affectionately linking arms with Ariana. “What a coincidence! You’re here for the auction too?”
Ariana coldly withdrew her arm. “Don’t touch me.”
Mia’s eyes immediately welled with tears, and she turned to Dominic with a wounded expression. “Dom, I was just trying to be close to my sister…”
Dominic’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze toward Ariana reflecting barely concealed disgust.
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