This time, she was really pissed off with the Greek heiress.
Lexi had known Venetia had cared for Tyler, but she hadn’t expected her to spirit Tyler away from under her brother’s nose. All because Tyler had kissed Lexi.
If only Venetia knew the truth...
In her heart, Lexi was glad Venetia had refused to allow Tyler to simply bow out of her life. If only she could take away the guilt and worry shining in Nikos’s eyes...that and the fact Nikos hadn’t even looked at her, much less touched her again.
Every night for the past four days, Nikos, intent on interrogating every man or woman Venetia had ever spoken to, or even looked at, had dragged her to a multitude of dazzling nightclubs and lavish penthouses, each more decadently rich and sophisticated than the last.
This view into his sphere of life had her senses spinning. For the first two days, she had been awed, almost enjoying the glimpse she was getting into a life she could only imagine about.
Except each visit had steadily chipped away at her already frayed self-confidence. Everywhere they went women—tall, beautiful and sexy—threw themselves at Nikos. She might as well have been an alien existing in a different galaxy.
Really, it was a testament to the man’s focus, and his love for his sister, that he hadn’t spared any of them even a second look.
She was beginning to believe Nikos might have been delirious that evening four days ago. She would have easily called herself delirious, except she couldn’t forget how mind-bendingly good it had felt to be cradled against his powerful body, how the simple caress of his mouth against her neck had branded her.
Had his desire for her already cooled off? She’d braced for that to happen after, not before he even kissed her again. And it stung.
With a curt “stay here,” he had dumped her in the private lounge of the nightclub almost forty-five minutes ago.
The nightclub was a glorious spectacle with live dancers on raised platforms on either side of the dance floor. Soft purple lights illuminated the crowd below. White couches, white columns, white tables—all soaked up the light giving a sultry vibe to the club. And having noticed the lines outside the entrance and the small crowd inside, she had no doubt it was an exclusive type.
Judging however by the curious, almost-hungry looks thrown up at the private lounge where she was sitting, she realized it was the private lounges that were the main attraction. And she could see why.
Separated and placed discreetly above the main party floor, the VIP lounge, enclosed by glass walls on all sides, offered a perfect view of the club. She sat on the edge of the provocative sofa bed, the leather luxuriously soft under her touch.
Amidst the crowd and music, she found Nikos as easily as if he was her honing beacon.
Leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the club, he was talking to a tall, curvy blonde. Her upper body was slanted toward him in an unmistakable invitation. Despite black envy scouring her, Lexi couldn’t find fault with her.
Nikos Demakis would tempt any woman.
She was about to leave the private lounge when a bartender walked in to serve cocktails. The easy smile in the bartender’s eyes boosted her flagging spirit. She took a sip of the cocktail as he left, placed it back on the table and started moving to the steamy number playing softly. She was not going to let Nikos’s indifference to her ruin her evening any longer.
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