ILIANA’S POV
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Pure need for this man has me panting, and then a voice carries through the penthouse, a female’s voice and the way Drystan grunts as his head drops sends a chill down my spine. It’s his mother. “I thought you weren’t speaking to each other,” I whisper, and his gaze lifts, his dark eyes meeting mine. “I said I wasn’t speaking to her,” he huffs through his nose, turning around, “Stay here,” he demands, turning on his heel, strutting toward the door with precise steps, his entire body rigid with anger. I watch him leave the room, pulling the doors shut behind him with one slight tug.
And not once does he glance back at me.
He doesn’t want me to meet his mother because he’s pissed at her. Maybe after meeting my mother, he just wants to be cautious. Nothing can we worse tha
