Chapter 6
Nobody saw this conving–Finn Barnett, the Barnett family’s top dog, choosing right over kin. And Malcolm? Dude was Finn’s own nephew.
Over in the livestream chat, fans were losing their minds, hyped up and howling.
Yes, that’s how you burn a creep like him!] they typed, totally eating it up
Malcolm’s eyes darted through the buzzing crowd, thinking he could make a break for it if Finn’s attention slipped. But before he could even flinch, 3 heavy smack cracked against the back of his head.
His lace dropped, practically nose–to–nose with Arya,
“Say you’re sorry. Beg” Finn’s voice was pure ice, not a ticker of warmth.
Malcolm knew his uncle’s deal–ruthless was putting it mildly. No way was he stupid enough to push back now.
Hands clasped like he was begging for his life, he muttered an apology to Arya, his face burning with humiliation, dark as a storm cloud.
Arya, satisfied she’d made her point, shot a quick nod to the two reporters trailing her and turned to strut out.
But before she could take a single step, a strong calloused hand clamped onto her wrist.
in a heartbeat, she was tugged into a solid, warm ch
chest.
His scent hit her like a wave–woodsy, familiar, and so good it made her head spin
“You told me you’d own up to this, sweetheart. Or did that slip your mind?“Finn’s voice was a low, gravelly murmur, lips brushing so close to her ear it sent shivers down her spine.
The two of them looked like they’d stepped out of a steamy movie scene, and the crowd? They were eating it up, jaws practically hitting the floor.
*Holy freaking hell they thought. Arya has just dumped Malcom, and now she’s tangled up with his uncle? Talk about moving on at warp speed”
The livestream chat was blowing up.
[God, they’re perfect together!]
[Just kiss already, damn it!]
I’m all in for this couple, y’all!]
[Uncle Finn’s a total smoke show compared to that tool Malcolm!
Arya, though, played it cool, easing out of his grip with a sly. “Sorry, big guy, you’ve got the wrong gal,”
She kept her poker face on, but inside? Her heart was doing backflips. “Did I really hook up with Malcolm’s uncle last night?
She knew if she had, she’d just stepped into a whole world of trouble
“Want me to remind you what went doin’s long, elegant Engers snagged her hand, pressing it to his chest, then guiding it lower–slow, teasing and way too bold,
His eyes glinted with a flirty, dangerous spark that made her stomach flip.
Arya froze. Last night’s memories hit her like a runaway
Hor, all over him, popping his shirt buttons like some wild thing, practically tackling him in a hase of bad decisions.
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Well, crap. This is so humiliating she thought to herself.
“Mr. Barnett,” she said, cocking an eyebrow, “we’ve got a whole audience here.. You really wanna start a scene?”
She figured that’d cool him off. But nope, not Finn. His voice cut through the chatter, sharp and icy as a winter blade.“Robert, clear the room. Nove
In a heartbeat, the casino crowd bolted like roaches when the lights flick on Even Arya’s two reporters pulled a vanishing act, gone without so much as a
goodbye wave.
Five minutes later, the once-lively casino was quiet as a ghost town–one could’ve heard a pin drop.
Arya stood there, brain scrambling to catch up. ‘Okay, this guy’s not just trouble, He’s a neon–red warning sign with legs
She was still groping for a way to defuse the situation when his strong hand slipped around her waist, tugging her close.
Before she could blink, his tall, commanding frame had her pinned against the poker table, his body caging her in
