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CHAPTER EIGHTIt was all over the news by the following afternoon. ‘Local businessman found dead in his home office with a gunshot wound to head and another to the chest. Detectives suspect a business deal gone wrong or an armed robbery’Anthony couldn't think. Ever since he'd turned on the TV, his heart rate hadn't dropped. Every news channel across Malibu was carrying the news story. He poured himself another shot of the sharp alcohol and chugged it down, still it wasn't working. What if the cops somehow linked it back to him? But it couldn't possibly happen, after all Chris had pulled the trigger, not him.Even with that logic, he was still scared, worried too. His phone rang and he jumped in fright. Shit, he was losing it. Exhaling shakily, he reached for his phone and seeing that it was his mother, he answered.“Honey, how are you?” His mother, Tina, asked. “Are you okay?”He nodded, swallowing a thick ball of saliva in his throat. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just busy with work, that's

Chapter Seven Anthony didn't get what the fuss was all about. He watched as Abby hurried moved around, throwing all her clothes on.She shot him a glare and yelled. “I'll be outside in a minute Sarah.”Throwing on the easiest thing she could find— a button up shirt— she hurried to the door, smoothened her hair down and cracked the door open just a little bit.Sarah glanced down at her outfit and frowned when her eyes rose to see Abby's messy hair. “Are you okay? You look like you got into a nasty fight,” she said, pointing out the red markings on her sister's neck.Abby slapped Sarah's hands off her and tugged her collar up. “It's nothing, I was busy cleaning up my room.”The look on Sarah's face showed she wasn't buying the lies. Soon Mindy was at the door too, wondering why Abby was hiding behind the door. “Girl, would you open the door already?” Mindy asked and pushed the door open. Abby's weight shifted and the door swung open revealing Anthony who had only managed to throw on s

Everything was falling apart— the business his parents had struggled to build, his relationship with Lisa was already in flames and Abby still didn't want to talk to him. Anthony felt like he was falling and there was no safety net anywhere below him to break his fall.“Aimee, can you at least try to convince him that we can handle the project? We really can, we just need him to believe us.”Aimee, his assistant secretary, sighed into the other end of the phone. “Sir, we've done that already but every attempt to convince them has remained futile.”He blew out a breath of air and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright, send the company's contacts to my personal email, I'll talk to him myself,” he replied and hung up. Anthony reclined into his chair, exhausted and worn to a frazzle. How had he ended up here? Wells &Co. used to be one of the best design companies with the best architects but now, not only had they lost their best workers, they were struggling to keep their major cli

Abby wasn't sure what hurt the most— the way Anthony had pushed her off him like they both didn't want it, the fact that he had ignored all her questions or that Sarah was right about him. “She still hasn't said anything all day, it's almost like she's gone mute.” Her mother had said one day. Five days, that was how long it'd been since the embarrassing incident back at Anthony's place. He still hadn't attempted to reach out or at least render an apology. “Are you okay?” Abby's mother, Mindy, asked, as she hurried into the kitchen. “I need someone to help me get a couple of things from the grocery store.” Abby rolled her eyes. She clearly wasn't in the mood to run errands but she also wasn't going to turn down the offer for some fresh air. “I promised the church I'd bring some of my home baked cookies tomorrow for the picnic we're having,” Mindy said, securing an apron around her waist. Abby frowned. “Since when did you start to go to church?” “Wver since that new pastor show

Abby's POV “You smell nice,” he says, his eyes travelling across my face. I fight back a blush, looking away as I tuck a few strands of hair behind my ear.“So, do you want to come inside or …?”“I was thinking maybe we could do some catching up? Can we have dinner at my place?” He suggests and I'm not exactly sure I like his idea.I glance down at my outfit. “I'm not dressed for it.”He flips it off. “It doesn't matter, you look good in anything. Besides, we're not walking there. No one's going to see you if that's what you're worried about.”A small sigh escapes my lips. Looking back at the house, deliberating to myself, I spot Sarah at the window, her head peeking through the curtains.“So what do you say?”“Fine, but let me grab my jacket. I'll be right back.” He gives a slight nod and I quickly rush back inside.Surely, just as I expected, Sarah is in the living room, waiting for me. The look on her face shows she's displeased.“Abby, where are you going?” She asks and I freeze

Abby's POVAs much as I didn't like to admit it, there was a part of me that was waiting for Anthony to call me but after three days, I let the idea fizzle away.“He still hasn't called you? What a jerk,” Sarah says, reclining into her seat as she sips her drink.“Can we not talk about Anthony right now?” I ask, not in the mood to be reminded that he'd stood me up. “We could go look for his house and demand answers,” Sarah suggests.I narrow my eyes on her. The scary thing about Sarah was that she could do it. She was a daredevil, unlike me— I liked to play it safe.Today, we had decided to head down to the beach. Seated at Sandy's Booth, talking over our glasses of mango tropical smoothies— it seemed like the perfect day and place to unwind. “How's Mike doing?” Sarah asks and I shoot her a look.“Don't you have anything better to do than interrogating me?” I ask, taking off my shades.“What? You're the one with the interesting love life. I'm just here to watch,” she replies with a