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Eros' pov

I had just snatched the coffee from Isaiah when I saw something that was beyond my control. It was Dalia.

This time, she was different. Not the woman who lazed about in my mansion with a gown over her tall frame.

From the transparent glass door, she majestically walked into the hallway that led to my office. She was wearing one of the latest West gowns. She must have bought a lot of it not because she loved it but to spite me.

Little does she know that I love seeing my designs on her body. If it was possible, I could use her for my next model design. It was a cocktail dress meant for formal events. Her baby bump was barely visible under the tight material and I wanted to know why.

What trick did she use this time?

Her clean shaved legs glowed as the color of her skin marched with the brown heels on her feet. I didn't like the look of those heels pressing against her swelling ankles. Why did she have to go out of her way to please me?

She was as sexy as hell!

I was about to a