Bree’s POV
‘No, no, no… What the f**k is he doing here?’ I stutter, lips trembling, heart pounding in my chest.
Zack Lombardi is in front of my house! And as if the world is against me, my husband is just downstairs! I can f**k around, make a mess of myself, but not HIM!
I'm still clinging to the window and dumbstruck when our eyes meet. Those eyes. The ones borne from sin and deceit, bad for you but too seductive to ignore. They pin me to the window and bore into me like they see right through my soul.
A side of his lips twitches with the bad boy smirk.
‘Oh, god.’ I clench my thighs, melting from just his aura.
I know I shouldn't, but I relive the memories of that night, how sweet and firm his hand was on my skin. How he dominated my mind.
“Hey, White Rose.” His sultry tone fil
