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"What have you done to men who want to approach me?" I asked, my head resting on his bare chest, hearing his heart beating loudly but still in a calm rhythm. My fingers tracing the traces of tattoos on his chest, and hands. One of his hands hugs my waist, his fingers stroking my naked back with a caress so soft and calming me while sending obscene vibrations.

We were still in the theater making love while the fucking rom-com was playing, and then stopped when it was over. Now Star Wars films that grace the screen, his favorite film.

"Who's telling you?" his voice was filled with astonishment, and I could tell that his brow was furrowed at this moment.

"Your friend."

"Maxel."

"Well, who else? Looks like your other friends are jerks enough to just talk to me."

His chest shook as he chuckled. "Well, Xavier sure sucks."

I was instantly smitten about Xavier de Luca. The second mysterious man besides Rhysand. "Is he really that billionaire descendant of Italy? De Luca?"

Rhysand muttered in