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Shaun played too – but his version of fun was different. Racing, surfing, skydiving, boxing – he only cared about the thrill. Women? Too much trouble.
Just as Xavier assumed Shaun wouldn’t answer, Shaun placed his empty glass on the counter.
With a casual flick of his fingers, the glass spun in place, casting streaks of reflected light across the surface. His dark eyes remained indifferent as he finally spoke.
“Laura Depp.”
Xavier froze. He hadn’t expected that.
Lately, Laura’s name had been making waves in high society.
Not because the Depp family was particularly prestigious, but because she was Jake Larson’s fiancée.
Jake and Shaun had always been business rivals.
They were both at the top of Havenbrook’s elite, but they moved in entirely different circles.
Recently, Jake had made headlines for throwing a grand wedding for his first love, Vivian. The whole city was gossiping about it, and naturally, his actual fiancée, Laura, had become the laughingstock of high society.
Even Xavier had heard about it. He couldn’t help but ask, “Shaun, don’t tell me you did this just to mess with Jake? If you wanted to get under his skin, wouldn’t Vivian be the better choice? Laura’s completely out of favor these days.”
Shaun’s sharp gaze flicked toward him.
Xavier instantly felt a chill down his spine.
Shaun scoffed. “You think Jake is worth that kind of effort?”
Xavier let out an awkward laugh. “Jake’s not worth your time, sure. But Laura is his fiancée, and you two… well, it’s a little messy.”
He wasn’t about to say it out loud, but technically speaking, didn’t that make Shaun the homewrecker here?
Shaun narrowed his eyes. “You sure have a way with words.”
Xavier fell silent. Was Shaun actually thinking about cutting his tongue out?
“Get lost before I make sure you don’t have a tongue to run anymore.”
Alright, alright – he’d hit a nerve. If Shaun wanted him gone, he’d take the hint.
Except Xavier didn’t just leave.
He took off.
Moments later, a private jet soared into the sky.
…
Laura had been put through the wringer for hours. By the time the drug wore off, all that remained was an aching exhaustion that made her feel like her entire body had been taken apart and put back together.
Then, suddenly –
The deafening roar of a plane engine shook the villa.
She stirred, groggy, slowly opening her eyes.
As she sat up, the silk blanket slipped from her body, revealing skin covered in scattered, lingering traces of passion.
The memories from hours ago rushed back.
She had slept with Shaun.
And worse – she had been the one to initiate it.
Her face burned. She had no idea how to even process what had happened.
Then –
The bedroom door creaked open.
On instinct, Laura immediately lay back down, yanking the blanket over herself, gripping the edges tightly.
The sound of steady, unhurried footsteps approached the bed.
She held her breath, lashes quivering, toes curling.
Even with her eyes shut, she could feel the intensity of Shaun’s gaze sweeping over her body.
Just when she thought she might suffocate from the tension –
“You’ve already slept with me, Ms. Depp. Don’t tell me you’re planning to pretend it never happened?”
His lazy, deep voice echoed through the room.
Laura’s heart pounded. Slowly, carefully, she opened her bright, clear eyes.
Shaun stood beside the bed, tall and broad-shouldered, arms crossed. His dark gaze was calm, but piercing.
This was the first time Laura had looked at him this closely, this clearly.
He wore a patterned shirt, the top few buttons undone, exposing the chiseled line of his collarbone. His posture was relaxed, yet carried an undeniable intensity.
His sharp, sculpted features were striking. Deep-set eyes. A straight, defined nose. Every angle was as if carved by the hands of a master.
Jake had always had a cold, detached air about him.
Shaun? The corners of his eyes had a sharp, almost mischievous tilt. When he smiled, there was a trace of danger – subtle, but undeniable.
Laura tightened her grip on the blanket and hesitated. “Shaun, I… I didn’t mean to. I was drugged, that’s the only reason I – “
She trailed off, flustered.
“What… what do I owe you?”
She never expected to sleep with the Havenbrook’s Bossman.
Even she was at a loss for words.
Shaun arched a brow at her.
Her long, wavy hair cascaded around her delicate face, her clear eyes carrying a trace of distress.
She was undeniably beautiful – her soft, fair skin covered in the marks he had left behind.
Shaun’s gaze darkened. He leaned back slightly, his voice slow and amused.
“And how exactly do you plan to compensate me?”
Laura hesitated. “I… I could buy you dinner?”
Shaun scoffed. “Do I look like I need you to buy me food?”
Right. That was stupid.
Money?
The Floyd family was Havenbrook’s wealthiest – tens of billions in assets. He wouldn’t even glance at her pathetic bank account.
Laura looked up hesitantly. “Then… could you give me a hint?”
This was her first time sleeping with someone.
What was she supposed to do afterward?
If it had been anyone else, she would felt down and extremely regretful.
But this was Shaun Floyd.
And she had been the one who threw herself at him.
Technically… wasn’t she the one who got the better end of the deal?
Shaun suddenly leaned in, tilting her chin up with his fingers.
Their gazes locked.
His lips curved slightly. “Laura, I satisfied you. As compensation – “
He paused, voice dark and teasing.
“Now it’s your turn to satisfy me.”
Laura’s mind went blank.
