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Everything about Max Mall whispered money.

And when Adrian walked in, peoplelooked. Because a man like him didn’t belong to luxury.

Hewasluxury.

His steps were sharp and unhurried, each one echoing quiet authority. There was a tension in his body, a storm beneath the suit. Eyes followed him. Whispers started. Some greeted him, others just stared—but Adrian didn’t slow down, didn’t blink. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed, like he was on a mission. And God help anyone who got in his way.

He stepped into the elevator, one hand in his pocket, and exited on the eighth floor. As he entered a high-end boutique, five men in black trailed behind him.

As Adrian entered the shop, they immediately spread out, discreetly clearing the area around the changing room in seconds.

Sienna, inside one of the changing rooms, had just slipped into a white silk dress. It had a sheer cloak with delicate see-through panels around the waist, hugging her figure. The top was held by a strip of fabric around her chest, the skirt falling elegantly down.

Feeling the fit was slightly off, she turned her back to the curtain and said to the assistant standing in the corner, “Could you get a bigger size, please? This one’s a bit tight.”

"Of course, Mrs. Montgomery," the assistant replied politely before quietly stepping out to fetch another.

Sienna let the dress fall from her body, standing in her white lace lingerie as she waited.

But it wasn’t the assistant who returned.

Adrian stepped inside the changing room, silent as a shadow, drawing the curtain closed behind him. He held the dress in one hand, placing it into Sienna’s outstretched arms before his other hand slid around her waist, gripping it firmly, his fingers brushing against her bare skin.

A sharp breath escaped him, like someone tasting something forbidden after years.

It had been so long.

Sienna assumed the assistant was back. She slipped the dress over her head, and then tried to zip up the dress. But her fingers couldn’t reach.

That’s when another hand appeared—bigger, warmer—covering hers and taking over. The fingers caressed her skin in the process, trailing along her spine.

She sighed, thinking it was the assistant helping her.

Until she felt those fingers slide up her bare waist, wrap around her from behind. A firm grip at her waist. A warm breath near her ear.

Adrian stepped in closer, his fingers brushing her bare skin, dragging the zipper up with slow, agonizing precision, taking his time like he was memorizing her skin again.

His nose dipped down, inhaling her scent — one he’d craved for years. Then, his lips brushed close to her ear, voice low and husky.

“I still know your taste better than anyone else, love.”

Sienna’s body stiffened.

A bolt of electricity shot through her as she stiffened. She knew that voice. She’d know it anywhere. Even in her sleep.

She turned sharply.

And there he was.

Adrian.

Standing in front of her, his presence stealing all the air from the room.

Her eyes widened, heart slamming against her ribs.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice filled with shock.

Adrian stared at her with an unabashed hunger in his eyes.