Is that…?
Yobani Urod!
It’s her. The same goddamn woman I kicked out earlier.
How the fuck did she manage to sneak past the guards again? I made sure to have this estate crawling with security today.
It’s nothing short of impressive, but I don’t have time to entertain her today. There are bigger things going on, and it appears that this woman is trying to make herself a problem.Myproblem. I can’t allow that.
I watch her as she slips through the space like she belongs here. Like she hasn’t already been caught. My blood boils and I clench my jaw, watching as she moves down the stairs, her slender hand on my gold railing as she descends the grand staircase back down to the reception hall.
The fabric tightens around her ass, and my cock twitches.
Again.
The same thing happened the last time I stopped her. She smelled so fucking divine, like honey and lemongrass and something floral. I almost smell it again now, as I watch her descend. Dark curls of hair bounce around her shoulders as she turns to the right to check her surroundings.
Cheekysuka.
It seems she has stolen one of the catering aprons.
A part of me wants to be amused, but I tense my jaw. I don’t trust coincidences. They rarely happen in my world. I narrow my eyes to watch where she goes next.
Predictable.
Of course, she’s heading to the bridal suite.
I start after her, charging forward, swinging around the banister, launching myself down multiple steps at once to catch up with her. Several of my men acting as security guards turn my way when they see me sprinting across the hall.
“I’ll handle this.”
They nod and resume their positions.
It would be easier to have one of them escort her out, but it’s my house that she has broken into. And there’s a part of me that wants to deal with her personally.
Before she can reach the bridal suite, I grab her wrist and pull her back.
“This is ridiculous!” she snaps, turning around to face me. She sticks out her bottom jaw and scoffs. “Are we seriously doing this again?”
“Da.”
We share another look, and it’s like she knows what I’m about to do. I prove her right and tighten my grip. Then, I force her through the reception.
“Hey!” She twists her body, refusing my grip. “Get your hands off me!”
“I wouldn’t cause a scene if I were you.”
“Let me speak to Sophia and I won’t!”
A few of the guests turn around to see what’s going on. She attempts a head-butt, but it’s unsuccessful. But I smell her scent again, and my cock starts to raise.
Blyad.
She’s a fiery one.
Just my type.
Her skin is too damn soft. Warm like the color of honey. Yellow looks good on her, but I’m more intrigued by what’s underneath. If she’s only half as feisty in the bedroom as she ishere, breaking her would be the sweetest victory I’ve tasted in years.
