Episode 12: A Dangerous Proposition
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The Sinclair Tower – Boardroom
Seraphina sat at the long mahogany table, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface. She was supposed to be focused—supposed to be handling the meeting.
But her mind? It was still stuck on last night.
On him.
On the way Kieran had kissed her—like he was claiming her.
Damn him.
She straightened in her seat, forcing herself to listen as her CFO droned on about stock fluctuations.
And then—the doors swung open.
Every head turned as Kieran Blackwell walked in.
Uninvited. Unapologetic. And completely in control.
The room went silent.
Seraphina clenched her jaw. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Blackwell?”
Kieran smirked, slipping into the empty chair beside her, his presence dominating the space.
“Just keeping an eye on my investment,” he murmured, leaning in close.
The heat of his breath against her skin sent a shiver down her spine—one she refused to acknowledge.
“This meeting is private,” she snapped.
Kieran’s fingers brushed against hers under the table. A warning. A promise.
“Nothing about you is private from me anymore, Sinclair.”
Her pulse skittered. Damn him.
She was going to kill him.
Or she was going to kiss him again.
Maybe both.
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Meanwhile…
Dante Valenciaga watched the scene unfold from the other side of the glass.
His smirk was slow, calculating.
Let Kieran think he was winning.
Because when Dante made his move?
Neither of them would see it coming.
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