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He grins. “Why would I want to keep a girl who doesn’t like what I do for a living? I bet you haven’t told her about the times you used to indulge, fight? How you got the old man to sell this place to you?” “We’re not having this conversation, Levi.” “You’re gonna regret it.”…

Which, honestly, isn’t that surprising. Top execs move like shadows in this place. They take the private elevator, have their own entrances, their own goddamn alt, probably. The rest of us? We stay tethered to the lower floors, doing all the real work while t polished alternate dimension, So what the hell is this? Why…

And then she disappears. I haven’t moved from my seat. I don’t even know if I can. My hands are on my lap, clenched so tightly my nails are biting into my palms. There’s this strange static in my ears, a whining silence that feels like a scream underwater. Serena’s sobbing now. She has Nathan’s…

Nathan it already pushing back his chali, exiting on one knee, ring few in kar? one it clearing his front “garenia” he begins. “Words cannot express how happy you trinka tria. I feet tease load big as yours. I want us to keep feeling this for the rest of our lives. With you tharry All…

“The five million?” I cough. What? “No,” Knox replies. “Five hundred grand.” “Four million.” “Five hundred grand.” “Don’t try to be smart, Knox.” He doesn’t even blink. “Let’s just settle for one million. Five hundred now. Five hundred later.” My mouth falls open. Literally falls open. I turn to him like he’d just suggested selling…

A woman in fur. Full fur. And dark glasses that scream European wealth. Her hair is up in the kind of bun only rich grandmothers can get away with. If I hadn’t recognized her face, I would’ve recognized that bun anywhere. June Mercer. My heart skips. She’s halfway across the street, but her head tilts,…

“Jus Comment down.” AD Send gift Soraya’s eyes are buining holes through Knox’s, more from disbelief than hurt. Then she turns to grab her purse from the couch and rummages ?nslati pulls out the key ring, and tosses it toward the table. The metal clatters against the wood. “You know where to find me when…

“You don’t need to. I’ll just find my way home from there.” “No.” He stands. “I don’t want you going home. In fact, move in with me.” The laugh that escapes me is involuntary, light and disbelieving. “Knox, that’s too fast.” “Too fast? I’m not asking us to get married right now.” “Moving in together…

“Eyes on me,” I say sharply. “I’m the one talking to you.” She turns, her expression tightening. “Did you have a problem with my speech, Sloane?” “I had every problem with it. You were given divorce papers to sign, and suddenly you’re making a speech about spending more years married together. What was that all…

“You’re under the sheets. I’m only sitting here because I figured it’s a bad idea to wake Knox spontaneously, him being ex-military and paranoid. Don’t want to get tackled down.” Her tone is light, indifferent. Like I’m the one being dramatic for questioning her. I push myself higher up the bed, sheet still clutched to…