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immediately dashed out of my system. “But—”
    He raised his brow as if to taunt me further.
    “ But she’s in there. I mean, you can’t expect me to…” My heart sped up, banging wildly against my chest as the idea dawned on me.
    “ But I do , Isobel. It’s up to you if you want to or not.” His eyes were like black diamonds, glittering before me: beautiful, hard, and cold. “It’s your choice.”
    “ A choice? It isn’t much, is it?” I squeaked out, knowing too well I was so out of my depth and didn’t know how to handle this type of sticky situation.
    He barely shrugged, a little impatient. “It’s the only one I am willing to give you. So, if you don’t come and join us in five minutes, then I shall take that as your answer. My feelings wouldn’t be hurt, so no need to worry about that.”
    It was too late to change my mind. I was too aroused, much too dazed from the velvety touch of his rock hard length thrusting into my palm. Walking out wasn’t an option. Hugo had become the drug I needed a large dose of, and I would get him to want me, one way or the other.

Chapter 8
     
    Isobel
     
    The bedroom seemed more daunting as the seconds ticked by. I stared after him, watching him walk through the door before shutting it behind him, leaving me staring, flummoxed in his wake.
    I had made my choice, and I would go through with it. Shameless or not, I fancied him, and if this was the only way I could acquire him and end this never-ending hankering need, then so be it.
    The first request was for me to prance in there naked. What then? Did I simply join in or fight for his attention? Bloody Hell, how did one succeed in those sorts of things? Whatever. One must learn how to take action as it progressed, and hopefully, he would favor me over her. And if it turned out the other way around, well, I would be eternally damned. I doubted my confidence would ever recover, but I was willing to risk it all for him … for me.
    All righty, then , I thought, attempting to ground myself.
    Clearing my throat, I shakily took one stiletto off then the other. Once I had accomplished stripping my feet bare, I then took off my dress, hesitation never once crossing my mind. Stepping out of the red, slinky number, I was left in my lace undergarment.
    Should I take it off now or wait until I was inside? Then again, if I waited and they had already gotten down to business, what did I do then? Should I participate or vacate?
    Fuck, Isobel , I chided myself for even questioning such irrelevance because I must do what I could to accomplish my plan. If I had to kick a bitch off a bed, then so I would. No compromises.
    Trivial worries finally settled, I barely blinked when I shimmied myself out of the last scrap of clothing. I wasn’t particularly shy about my body, but I wasn’t one to strut my stuff with confidence, either, most especially when naked. Well, tonight, one must strip all of her inhibitions to succeed. Literally.
    Steadfast, I took my stride towards the inevitable door. The deafening sound of my heart pounding against my chest became a constant reminder of how nervous I truly was while opening the door to a different sexual realm than what I was used to with Damen.
    Was I surprised that I walked in on the woman I had seen him with earlier, gloriously naked on the bed, seductively touching and pleasuring herself, all for Hugo’s enjoyment? No, not really. This was his lifestyle. This was what he was used to. And what Hugo wanted, he got without a problem.
    Speaking of which, the very man of the night himself still had his clothes on, leisurely sitting in a leather wingback chair, lounging with a drink in hand, biding his time, possibly waiting until I had decided what to do with his ultimatum.
    Without saying a word, I raised my brow, as if to challenge him. There was a flicker of recognition flashing in his eyes, but he immediately hid it before summoning me to come to him.
    Conscious of my body, I directed a quick