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No! I can't let him get to me. I silence my phone angrily, resolving to ignore him from now on.

Yet, as I head back to my lab and try to refocus on my work, doubts creep in.

What if he doesn't stop? Should I inform the police? Anxiety wars with anger and that damning sliver of curiosity.

I take a deep breath, forcibly steering my thoughts back to the task. I'll deal with my unwelcome "admirer" later. Right now, I need to stay focused. Answers won't magically appear on their own.

Ignoring the silent phone, I return to my research, scrolling through obscure forums and questionable "expert" articles. It's a Sisyphean task—ten more dead ends appear for every new lead. This shadowy stalker has me so distracted I can't maintain focus.

Finally, I admit temporary defeat. I'm too overwhelmed for practical work right now. Grabbing my purse, I head out to meet Emily, hoping girl time will clear my head. But even as I walk, my phone's weight in my pocket nags at me.

I can't fully relax, knowing those unread messages await. His hold on me persists despite my best efforts.

This battle of wills is far from over.

Rhyland

21

As I punch Dani's number into my phone, a wolfish grin spreads across my face. She's putting up a damn good fight, pretending she isn't interested, but all it took was whispering in Lucian's ear to snag her digits.

Breaking through her defenses is just the kind of game I crave. Dani's got a firecracker temper that says it won't be easy—which is just how I fucking like it. It'll take all my charm, my smarts, and a shit ton of patience to seduce her properly. But, by the gods, when the chase is hard, the victory's even sweeter.

I can practically see those honey-gold eyes of hers sparking with fury, her brains working overtime to come back at me. But every sharp-tongued comeback she throws at me is just foreplay. She can't ignore what's crackling between us, no matter how much she tries to play it cool. Her body's too damn honest, reacting to every little push I give. I’ll stoke that fire in her until she’s ablaze with desire until she's screaming my name and only mine.

Pocketing the phone, I smirk at the screen—her fiery rejections still lighting it up. Far from putting me off, they're just fuel on the flame. They're a tease, a promise of the heat to come—and I’m here for every fucking moment of it.

My thoughts drift to the masquerade ball as we glide through the streets and head to Dapper Affairs, a renowned suit shop. The name exudes sophistication, perfect for the occasion. Their late hours accommodate our kind.

Rows of tailored suits and lavish costumes greet us when we enter the store. We dive into the racks eagerly, selecting outfits to try. Vivid as always, Lucian gravitates to a striking crimson suit with intricate black lace.

"Check me out, boys! I'm the epitome of dark allure," he exclaims, twirling dramatically.

Erik prefers understated elegance, choosing a classic black tuxedo and crisp white shirt paired with a mysterious silver mask. "I can't go wrong with the classics, and this mask adds intrigue," he says, satisfied.

I'm drawn to a shimmering midnight blue suit, the fabric radiant under the lighting. With a black satin shirt and matching mask, I embrace charisma and sophistication.

"Rhyland, you look like a hot slice of midnight sky," Lucian teases. I scoff at his antics.

Back in the car, I ask about better accommodations than the club. Lucian smirks deviously. "I got a spot outside town, but a ritzy 5-star joint is nearby, straight outta LA." Intrigued, I tell him to take us there.

He describes the hotel's luxury amenities and stunning city views. We pull up to the majestic modern exterior and make our way inside. The grand double doors open before me as the liveried staff greet me with warm, attentive smiles. I step into the opulent lobby, taking in the gleaming marble floors, massive crystal chandeliers, and intricate gilded moldings along the ceiling.

It's a palatial space meant to impress—and intimidate—those who pass through. But I am unfazed, confidently moving as I approach the front desk. The clerk's gaze quickly takes in my expensive suit and air of authority.

"Your finest suite, please," I request smoothly, adopting the casual entitlement of old money. There is no need to put on airs—my posture and diction speak for themselves.

The clerk nods eagerly. "Of course, sir. May I take a card to secure the room?" His tone is respectful and polite.

I pass him my black card, watching recognition flare briefly in his eyes at the prestige it signifies. He processes the payment with efficiency and then passes me a key card.

"Thank you for choosing us, Mr. Erikkson. Please enjoy your stay." I give him a polite but distant smile as I turn toward the bank of elevators—no need for small talk.

The elegant living area reveals breathtaking city views through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an enchanting glow. Plush sofas, a stocked minibar, and top-notch technology await our enjoyment. Lucian beams, declaring this our paradise.

We each pick our rooms within the lavish suite. Mine exudes refined elegance tailored to satisfy. My gaze settles on the plush king bed, promising unparalleled comfort. Finally, I can relax; the world's weight is momentarily lifted.

The marble bathroom is a haven of tranquility with a deep soaking tub and glass shower. I look forward to relaxing here and rejuvenating my mind and body after the stresses of recent days. I sink into the bed, letting the softness envelop me. The luxuries of this suite will provide a perfect oasis amid the intrigues that await in this city.