Chapter Five: A Dangerous Proposition
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Alina stared at the glowing screen of her phone, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
Nicholas Vaughn had always been relentless. A force of nature. A man who bent the world to his will without breaking a sweat.
And now, he was coming for her.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind racing for a response that would end this before it spiraled out of control. But deep down, she already knew the truth.
There was no stopping him.
A sharp knock at her door shattered the silence.
Alina nearly dropped her phone.
Her pulse hammered in her ears as she turned toward the entrance, dread pooling in her stomach.
No. It couldn’t be him. Not already.
She hesitated for a split second, then grabbed the nearest heavy object—a metal candle holder—and crept toward the door.
“Alina?”
The voice on the other side made her shoulders sag with relief.
Sienna.
Alina exhaled, setting the candle holder down before unlocking the door.
Sienna stormed inside, her long auburn hair slightly disheveled, eyes brimming with concern.
“Why weren’t you answering my texts?” she demanded. “I saw your face at work today. Something happened last night, didn’t it?”
Alina hesitated, biting her lip. “I—”
“Wait.” Sienna’s gaze sharpened, flickering between Alina’s tense posture and the phone clutched in her hand. “Oh my God. He contacted you, didn’t he?”
Alina swallowed hard. “Yes.”
Sienna groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Damn it, Alina. You should’ve known this would happen.”
“I did,” she admitted. “I just—I thought I had more time.”
Sienna crossed her arms. “What did he say?”
Alina hesitated. “He… he told me he let me go once. That he wouldn’t make that mistake again.”
Sienna’s mouth fell open. “Okay, that is literally the most Nicholas Vaughn thing to say. That man is obsessed with you.”
Alina shuddered at the word. Obsessed.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
She had left for a reason.
And yet, some reckless part of her had known that walking into that party last night was a risk.
Because Nicholas had never been the type to simply let someone walk away.
Especially not her.
Sienna grabbed her hands. “Alina, listen to me. You can’t let him get in your head. He thrives on control. If he senses even the slightest weakness, he’ll use it against you.”
Alina closed her eyes, nodding. “I know.”
Sienna hesitated. “Are you… afraid of him?”
Alina opened her eyes, meeting her best friend’s concerned gaze.
Afraid?
No.
Not in the way Sienna meant.
She had never feared Nicholas Vaughn’s anger—she had feared his power. His ability to consume her, to unravel her, to make her forget everything that wasn’t him.
And that was what truly terrified her.
She didn’t answer.
Because the truth was something she wasn’t ready to say out loud.
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Elsewhere in the City
Nicholas sat in the dimly lit lounge of his penthouse, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
Across from him, Elijah Monroe, his right-hand man, leaned against the marble counter, watching him carefully.
“She texted back,” Elijah said. “Told you to stay away.”
Nicholas smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Did she?”
Elijah sighed. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Nicholas took a slow sip. “She thinks she has a choice.”
Elijah gave him a knowing look. “And you don’t believe in choices, do you?”
Nicholas’s gaze darkened.
Not when it came to her.
Four years ago, she had walked away. No explanation. No warning. Just gone.
And for four years, he had let her believe she was free.
But Alina had always belonged to him.
And now?
Now, it was time she remembered that.
Nicholas set his glass down and stood. “Call my driver.”
Elijah raised a brow. “Where are you going?”
Nicholas smirked. “To make her an offer she can’t refuse.”
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Later That Night
Alina curled up on her couch, her thoughts racing.
She had tried distracting herself with a movie, with work, with anything that wasn’t the memory of Nicholas Vaughn standing before her last night, looking at her like she was still his.
But nothing worked.
Her phone buzzed again.
A single message.
Come outside.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
No.
No, no, no.
This couldn’t be happening.
She bolted to her feet, yanking the curtain back just enough to peek outside.
And there he was.
Standing beside a sleek black car, dressed in another perfectly tailored suit, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, exuding the effortless dominance that had once drawn her to him like a moth to a flame.
Nicholas Vaughn.
Waiting for her.
Again.
Alina’s pulse skyrocketed.
She shouldn’t go out there.
She should call security. Call Sienna. Call anyone.
But deep down, she knew none of it would matter.
Because Nicholas always got what he wanted.
And right now?
He wanted her.
She took a shaky breath, steeling herself as she grabbed her coat and stepped outside.
Nicholas watched her approach, his gaze unreadable.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, finally, he broke the silence.
“You’re going to dinner with me.”
Alina folded her arms. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
Nicholas smirked. “You will.”
She let out a humorless laugh. “You think you can just show up and demand things?”
Nicholas tilted his head, his eyes glinting with something dark. “I don’t demand, Alina.” He stepped closer, his voice lowering. “I convince.”
Alina’s breath caught.
Because damn him… he wasn’t wrong.
And that?
That was what scared her the most.
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