Dear Diamond

She wasn’t mine to claim—I knew nothing about her. But then our eyes met… She danced on stage, exposed in more ways than just her lack of clothing. I expected to see lust. Instead, I got anger, hatred, resentment. She was in deep with the company I’d escaped, and my presence at Club Swank made me guilty by association. But I refused to let them have her. I’d protect her at all costs. After all, they owed me. Dear Diamond is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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Chapter 33: Nikki

"Why are you doing this?"

He stopped working and wiped his hands on a dish towel. His brown eyes searched my face in confusion. "You said you were hungry."

"No, not dinner. This thing...with me. Why are you doing it?"

Ryker popped a chunk of raw broccoli into his mouth and chewed before he answered. He was the only person I'd ever seen who could make food sexy. "I told you-"

"No bullshit. The real reason."

He swallowed, and his Adam's apple danced down his neck and back up. The tattoos expanded and then constricted; it was art in and of itself. The browns of his eyes swirled with golds and hints of green as his pupils pulsed and then dilated.

I expected some in-depth or detailed explanation for whatever had caused him to go protective alpha over a woman he didn't know.

He shrugged. "Not a clue."

I arched my brows, not believing his response.

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