ILIANA’S POV
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Hot heat crawls over my cheeks as I take in Drystan’s penthouse. It’s huge. “Girls must adore you when they come in here,” I tease, knowing that everyone has a past, and damn if this penthouse isn’t a pickup line on its own. “I’m afraid my mother is the only woman who has te privilege to come here—” he turns to face me, a grin playing at his lips, “—Until now,” Oh. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Surprised?” his lips press into a thin, tight smile, as if he expects me to run away.
“A little,” I shrug, my eyes raking over his body, “I mean, look at you.” I scoff, my hand flicking up as I gesture toward him, and he literally looks down, jutting his lip out into a pout, shrugging as his gaze meets mine, “I don’t understand,” he confesses, and my shoulders sink. Of course
