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room from a discreet distance. Across the gilded hall, Donald and Cindy were completely oblivious to my presence,

ack in seconds: Ready when you are. Everything was locked and loaded; I just needed the e

the charity auction. The first few luxury pieces passed by with polite applause, but the atmosphere electrified when the auctione

ement the Mcgee family's influence over the league. Bidding started at one hundred thousand dollars, qu

t smirk. "Four hundred thousand." He wanted to flaunt his status

the sale, a deep, commanding voice cut through

s leaning calmly against the railing with a glass of scotch in hand. He hadn't even bothered to raise a

lay the hero of the evening, only to be completely eclipsed by th

s voice trembling as he slammed the gavel down b

ce with relentless camera flashes. Through the chaos, Gavin's ice-blue eyes cut across the hall, locking onto my corner in the shad

bruised ego, grabbed Cindy by the waist and began circulating through a cluster of sycophantic teammate

utch, smoothed down the sleek silhouette of my bla

hed marble floor. Threading smoothly through the crowd of flatterers, I stoppe

e no see,

ck silk clinging to my curves, and the sharp, dangerous elegance I had never shown him during our six years together. Greed and raw possessi

ack, letting his fin