I just might.
He was so incredibly pretty it actually hurt to look at him.
His hair was almost black, soft curls falling over his forehead.
He’s tiny compared to me.
Long lashes. Pink lips. That little crease of confusion between his brows when I opened my idiotic mouth.
My hands shake as I rake them through my hair.
Who is he? I’ve never seen him before. I’d remember.
I’d definitely remember.
My stomach flips—not just with desire, but with a raw nervousness.
For the first time in my life, none of my rules apply.
Like, what the hell?
The Jackpot has been incinerated.
I close my eyes and picture him in my arms.
I’d do anything for him. To him. Let him do anything to me.
Fuck!
What a wrecking ball of a boy, smashing through my control like it never existed.
CHAPTER 18 – ANTONIO
My heart is still hammering. My hands are still shaking. Something stirs lowin my stomach, and I recoil in horror.Thatneeds to be smotheredimmediately.
Maria materializes beside me, smiling wickedly.
“Since when has Caspian Stone been so besotted with you?”
My skin betrays me immediately. Caspian besotted with me? No way.
“It was a prank,” I retort.
“For thebros,”I add, as if the emphasis alone could save me.
Maria looks at me with pity.
“Right. Men traditionally prank other men by blushing, stuttering, and fleeing the scene like startled prey.”
She gasps and plucks something off the table.
“Madonna! This is a hundred-dollar bill.”
My stomach drops.
“That’s fifty percent. That’s criminal.”
I glare at Maria as if she were somehow responsible for this.
