In a world where danger and desire intertwine, Hunter Santino is a notorious mafia boss known for his charm and ruthlessness. But when he crosses paths with the enigmatic Adrianna, a fierce beauty with dark secrets of her own, everything changes. Dr...
Warning: This chapter contains mature therm and language, as well as intense emotional situations. Reader discretion is advised.
The grand ballroom shimmered with elegance, laughter echoing against the marble walls. Hunter surveyed the room, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The ambiance buzzed with anticipation as he prepared to unleash his unorthodox game. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he called out, capturing everyone's attention. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight! Before we get to the real fun, I'd like to introduce a very special guest. The son of the president is here to keep an eye on things while his father is away. Please welcome... **Aaron Hendrix!**"
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Aaron stepped into the spotlight, his confidence radiating. Dark hair tousled perfectly, he flashed a charming smile, making the room's temperature rise a notch. "Good evening, everyone! I'm just here to ensure the party stays above board, but I might stir things up a bit." Hunter grinned, relishing the tension and competition Aaron's presence brought. "Now, let's get to the good stuff," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
After. —— "We're going to play a game where you reveal the secrets of your fellow guests. Write down something about someone else in this room—something funny, embarrassing, or scandalous. Anonymous or not—it's your call! We'll collect them, and I'll read them aloud." The crowd erupted with excitement, laughter mingling with a hint of anxiety. Hunter caught the furtive glances exchanged between his crew, their eyes betraying the stakes of the night. After a couple of mins. ——————————- Once the ballots were collected, Hunter stood behind an ornate table draped in luxurious fabric. He cracked his knuckles, ready for the fun. "Here's the first one," he announced, opening a note. "Xander cuddles a pillow to sleep." Laughter erupted, but Xander's face turned crimson. "Not true!what the fuck-" Hunter snickered, moving on.
"Someone has a secret life as an underground teacher, teaching women self-defense!" Hunter continued, earning a mix of laughter and respect. Kasan shot him a glare,adjusting her brown dress,crossing her arms, knowing she was behind this underground training with Destiny. Hunter winked, enjoying the banter.
"And here's a juicy one: 'Someone has a crush on Aaron Hendrix and dreams about him every night!'" It was obviously Hunter teasing because he caught Aaron staring at Delia earlier. But the fun was just beginning. Hunter pulled another note, a mischievous grin forming as he scanned the words. "Someone's got a little secret crush," he began, eyeing the crowd. His voice dropped for dramatic effect. "Apparently, *someone* has been holding back feelings for Xander... and they finally decided to write it down." Seyra, sitting next to Xander, gave him an innocent look, barely able to suppress a mischievous smile. She leaned forward just as Xander raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Wait, what?" Xander laughed, genuinely caught off guard. "Who the hell wrote that?" Seyra casually shrugged, then playfully shoved him. "Oh, I don't know... maybe someone who's tired of waiting for *you* to notice, mister" she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. Xander's eyes widened in realization. "You sneaky little-" He shook his head, half-amused, half-shocked. "Wait... I *knew* it wasn't just a night!" Seyra bit her lip, grinning. "Maybe I just wanted to see how you'd react."
