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Giada
Father’s new head of security was fine as f**k. Buzzed hair like a military man, his scruffy, cut jaw line and blue eyes sharp as a hawk. He watched me closely, sending lush shivers over my skin, and even though a “let’s f**k all damn night long” spark had ignited between us the second our eyes had met, I felt he studied me for more than surface s**t like most men did.
His steady gaze screamed intuition, and I swore empathy oozed from his pores, almost as obvious as the l**t in his eyes. At least there hadn’t been a hint of pity when I caught him looking at me during the limo ride while Father couldn’t keep his hatred of me to himself.
Talk about embarrassing, but I didn’t allow too many emotions to show on my face. God knew Father took advantage of every opportunity he could s
