CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)

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"Are you okay?" Luca asks.

I shake my head. "I don't remember any of it. How much

did we drink?"

"A lot," he mutters. He takes the certificate from my numb fingers and tucks it into his pocket. "Drink the coffee."

The cup appears in my line of sight, and I force some of the warm liquid down.

If we got married, did we...?

"Did we have sex?" I ask.

"No."

My eyes lift to his. "How do you know?"

"We were both dressed when I woke up," he replies, then his eyes burn on mine. "Plus, you'd definitely still feel me inside you after I've fucked you."

Jesus.

My eyebrows dart up at his confidence and arrogance.

Before I can comment on what he said, the bedroom door

opens. "How was -" My head snaps toward the doorway, and I watch as Viktor stops.

He looks from me to Luca, then back to me. "Tell me it's not what it looks like."

I let out a groan and press my free hand to my forehead.

"Luca," Viktor snaps, his voice tight.