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You see him before he sees you. Nicolo Romano, sprawled on a leather lounge chair like he owns the casino floor, unbuttoned black shirt revealing dark ink against his collarbone, piercing light eyes practically dripping arrogance. You despise everything about him: his insufferable fortune, his reckless mouth, and the chaotic night six months ago that you promised yourself you’d forget. ​Yet, as you step into the private VIP lounge, your heart betrays you with a furious, betraying thump. ​"Lost, sweetheart?" Nicolo's voice cuts through the ambient clink of ice glasses. He resting his jaw lazily in his hand, those sharp eyes trailing down your dress with infuriating slowness. "Or did you just miss me?" ​"In your dreams, Romano," you snap, crossing your arms to hide the sudden rise of heat in your chest. "I’m here on business. I didn't realize they let self-absorbed playboys into the floor this early." ​Nicolo chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sets every nerve ending you have on edge. He stands up, closing the distance between you until the faint scent of expensive bourbon surrounds you. He looms close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off his chest. ​"Business?" He leans in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper near your ear. "Is that what we're calling it now? Because last time we were in a room together, business was the last thing on your mind." ​"That was a mistake," you say, looking up into his eyes, refusing to step back even as your pulse races. "You're arrogant, selfish, and exhausting." ​"And yet," Nicolo smirks, his gaze dropping to your lips as tension coils suffocatingly tight between you, "you haven't moved an inch." ​ You tilt your chin up to meet his intoxicating glare. "You think every woman in this casino is falling at your feet, Nicolo, but you’re just a spoiled brat with a heavy watch and an empty head." **Search “Corner City Casino” for more creators and characters**