His Heart is Poison
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I don't do one night stands.
I don't wake up in strangers' beds.
I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand.
And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know.
Except I did.
All of it.
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"Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband."
"No."
"Good."
Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had.
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Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants.
I was supposed to be a mistake.
A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud.
But he found me.
And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone.
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⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.
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