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“I want something, and he hands it over–it’s all right there for the taking. You think your matter that much? If you do, let’s talk when you become Mrs. Holcomb.”

I was like a fighter in battle mode, ready to shoot back a sharp retort at every word Tracy threw at me. Deep down, I still couldn’t help but hate her. Tracy stood rooted to the spot, silently watching me walk away.

It was a little after nine when Nathan called out of the blue. I was at home, going cross–eyed from all the paperwork, and his call felt like a breath of fresh air. “Are you asleep yet?” he

asked, his voice low and smooth.

“Not yet. How about you?” I put my laptop down and stepped out onto the balcony. After staring at my screen for ages, letting my eyes wander outside felt like a treat.

“I’m on my way to Shaville. I’ll be there in about half an hour,” Nathan said. His words made

my heart skip a beat.

“So, what brings you to Shaville?” I asked.

Nathan answered with a smile, “Just here to sign a contract.”

“Oh.”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see you.”

He made me laugh out loud. “Seriously, why are you here?”

“To see you,” Nathan replied, his voice low and intimate. “I came straight over as soon as I

got off work.”

His words were flirting with me, and I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy

you right now? Is it cool if I

all alone here, so his coming over was no problem at

few days ago. If I let him come over now, that seemed to be kind of unfair to him. My head was buzzing, but I

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hurried downstairs and spotted him outside the gate. He was standing under the streetlight, dressed in a crisp

long trip. Did you get a chance to eat?” I couldn’t help

Nathan said. He looked fresh, not a hint of exhaustion, just

of excitement.

we were just as

caught up. But me? Part of me was still sober, part of me holding back, and I just couldn’t let myself

the lead. Nathan said something to his driver, and

for once, he

me a grin and joked, “Have you noticed? When married couples eat out, it’s usually the wife who ends up

half teasing,

head, looking a bit sheepish. “Alright, next time, dinner is on me.

nodded. “Okay, so where are you planning to stay