chapter 2
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When he opened the door, my jaw nearly hit the floor.
It was like something out of a dream. My eyes widened, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Irish stood in front of me — tall, broad shoulders, that confident walk… like a Greek god who’d just decided to step down to earth for the night.
The only word that escaped my lips was, “Wow.”
He chuckled, that soft, teasing laugh that made my heart skip a beat.
“Are you not going to come in?” he asked, glancing back at me with a small smile.
I froze, staring past him. If the bar’s private room looks like this… what does his house even look like?
The room was breathtaking — everything shimmered in shades of deep blue. The ceiling looked like it was made of water, complete with sharks and tiny fish swimming above us. I blinked twice, certain my mind was playing tricks on me. Everything sparkled. Everything felt unreal.
“Rosa,” he said again, “are you just going to stand there?”
I snapped out of it and managed a nervous smile.
He smirked knowingly. “It’s 4D, Rosa.”
Then, with the press of a button, the entire room changed — the ocean above vanished, leaving a sleek, modern space that still looked like it belonged in a magazine.
I sat down on the couch, trying to calm my racing heart. What was I even thinking, walking up to him?
He wasn’t in my league. Not even close.
He was rich — damn rich — and I was just a nineteen-year-old Harvard student way out of her depth.
Irish moved gracefully to the bar counter, pouring two glasses of whiskey. Every motion was deliberate, confident. His muscles flexed under that crisp white shirt, and for a second, I forgot how to think.
When he sat beside me, I didn’t even notice until his deep voice pulled me back.
“Care to share a drink with me, Miss Rosa?”
He said it with a smirk, licking his lips in that slow, deliberate way that made my stomach twist. His eyes locked with mine — dark, unreadable — and I bit my lip just to keep a sound from escaping.
He leaned closer, voice low and rough.
“Don’t hold your moans, Miss Rosa. Take this drink. Maybe it’ll bring your courage back. You’re only bold when you’re drunk, remember?”
He handed me the glass, his fingers brushing against my lips. My pulse jumped. I wanted to move away, but before I could, his hand slid to my thigh, holding me in place.
“You want to run away, Miss Rosa?” His voice was soft… dangerous.
I couldn’t answer. I just closed my eyes.
When his thumb left my lips, I downed the whiskey in one go, ignoring the burn in my throat.
“Easy,” he murmured with a small laugh. “I don’t want you choking before I show you the world you’ve never known.”
His hand traced the edge of my collarbone, stopping just at my cleavage. My breath caught. My thoughts scattered.
And in that moment, I knew — I was in trouble
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