Chapter 5
Marie’s POV
I stared at that photo of myself in Ronan’s briefcase, my hands shaking as the train rattled through the luggage car.
The forged documents scattered around us looked official and dangerous and my stomach twisted hard.
“What the f**k Ronan? You had pictures of me weeks before I even stepped on this train? Explain yourself right now or I swear I’ll scream for security.”
He closed the briefcase fast and pulled me closer, his big hands firm on my waist.
His body still radiated heat from how we had f****d minutes earlier and even now with danger creeping in my p***y gave a needy throb.
“Listen to me Marie. I didn’t pick you at random. Your internship last year at that hospitality firm you worked at the one handling corporate events.
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