**TRACY SCOTT POV **He pulled away after a few seconds and stared deeply into my eyes. Our fingers were laced somehow, I didn't know when that happened. Then, he began tracing lines on my body from my hands, to other parts. He paused right above my cleavages. It felt so good to be close to him in this way. So fucking wrong but also good. I shut my eyes and moaned in delight. His hands were too good to be true, I just wanted to lay on my back and let him do whatever he wanted to my body. His finger traced an unknown symbol across my lips. I parted them wishing he would replace those fingers with his lips and take them somewhere else. God knows where these thoughts were coming from.The nagging voice screamed in my head, it told me I was getting involved with a married man. It said this was wrong. It said I should stop. Likewise, it said I should scream, someone would come and break us apart. It said to shove him away, it said I was being a terrible person. It reminded me I was a virtu

**Antony Santos pov**~THREE WEEKS EARLIER~After what I called a goodbye kiss, I stood behind the door breathing like a madman. I held one of my hands with the other, breathing through my mouth. I did this because if I didn't, I would rush back into the room and take her, I didn't know how but I would. Understanding I couldn't, I ran down the stairs with the little self-control I had left. Call me a coward for leaving, for hurting her, for going against my words, call me a coward, I fucking am. I bowed my head as I approached the door."Mr.Antony.," Her dad clamored to me. I forced a small smile but I was sure I looked creepy. There was nothing to be happy about."Are you sure I can't convince you to stay?" He asked with pleading eyes, as much I wanted to scream hell yeah, I couldn't stay here. I needed to leave. After Dubai, a lot became clear to me."I'm sorry Sir,” I answered back indirectly, if he wanted a monosyllabic response, he would get a positive one. I couldn't do that. He

TRACY SCOTT POV **A few guests mumbled words behind me. The party was for the rich and powerful, so most people would recognize me if they hadn't already. They probably wondered why the daughter of Scott was hugging some guy. Antony had taken off his mask so they couldn't recognize him, I say it that way because they thought of him as a nobody, he needed to be high in the society, and he wasn't. This news would surely spread, if only I cared. I didn't. I hugged himnonetheless.I probably should've held onto the little dignity I had left. Maybe even pretend I didn't miss him or feel his departure. I know I should've but was it worth it? It wasn't.Truth be told, I missed him. That was the simple truth. I wish he never left and was here with me instead of Tim. My wish came to pass so what was the need of acting like I was not fucking elated. I wrapped my arms tighter at that thought, oh God, please don't let me lose him again. Please. I begged within me although I was unsure if the Al

**TRACY SCOTT POV **Everything happened in slow-mo for about a second or two before I jump-started back into reality. Events began to unfold faster than the speed of light. The grimace on the face of these men suggests I obey their commands. Non-compliance may lead to getting a bullet or two in the head but then again they might have orders to take me in alive. At that thought, my mind replayed exactly what happened at Ryder's place. I shuddered at the sound of the whizzing bullet echoing in my brain.Suffice to say, I was not banking my life on a probability. I still had so much to do. I hadn't pressed my lips on Antony."Antony." I breathed out, he would save me. He knew of my exact location so tracking me should not be too hard. I stole one final glance at the car. Needless to say, I was about to get in and bank my life on a man who left me."Who came back to you?" My subconscious added in a firm tone. I nodded my head, the decision had been made already.With wobbly legs, I got in

**TRACY SCOTT POV **Ten minutes had passed, I remained on the bed still fighting an internal battle. A huge part of me wouldn't agree to this "date" . I couldn't decide if I was being rational or overall protective of myself. It also felt like Antony's voice echoed in my head or something. The same voice which spoke to me earlier regarding my safety, but this was Shawn, I knew him.I heaved a large sigh shoving all the arguments down, it was just Shawn. Biting the corner of my lips, I texted Shawn back telling him I would go to his house instead. I didn't want him coming here. My dad would talk, he still hadn't seen the pictures which was weird, I expected questioning by this time. I reached for my phone and searched the web for my name. As expected, the pictures were there. Thankfully, Antony's face was covered so my dad wouldn't know his identity. Still, he should have asked questions."Hmm," I breathed. Too many problems for one day, driving to Shawn's house would give me some tim