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Chapter Fifty-Five
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2025-04-06 06:02:53
Billie SummerSorry lol I fell asleep last night before posting this.
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“Some truths sit quietly in the room, pretending not to be ticking time bombs.” By Unknown.April was halfway through a second glass of wine when the knock came at the door again. She was glad her friends were here.She glanced at Noah. “Are you expecting someone?”Poppy, Sophie, and Trent were still sprawled across her living room, laughing over a story from their university days. Trent was in the middle of telling it, and April noticed how he kept glancing at Sophie when he thought she wasn’t looking. Her heart clenched. She really wished Trent would just tell Sophie how he felt. It would break him if she moved on without ever knowing.Noah sat beside her on the couch, one arm resting casually behind her shoulders, his fingers brushing her skin with slow, absent-minded strokes that made it increasingly hard to focus on anything else.Another guest wasn’t part of the plan. Then again, none of this night had been. But her friends. God, her friends, they were her safe space. Her constan
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“Life is like a balloon and it only takes one prick for it to pop.” by Unknown.Poppy’s fingers tightened around her wineglass the moment she heard the voice from the hallway.That voice. Max… Please God, let me be wrong.“Hope I’m not crashing the party.”Her breath caught. Her heart slammed into her ribs so hard she felt dizzy. She knew that voice. That voice lived in her memories. That one night where she had let Max Gray make love to her. No, not make love—let’s not make it romantic. She had sex with Max Gray. The night he didn’t even remember her.And then he stepped into the room.Max Gray. She wasn’t wrong. Living and breathing in front of her was the father of her little girl, Jade.Every inch of him was movie-star perfect. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in worn jeans and a T-shirt. His grin was as cocky as ever. His blond hair fell over his forehead just enough to make it look accidental, even though Poppy had learned the hard way. Nothing about Max Castle was ever accidental
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“A healthy relationship is built on unwavering trust.” By Beau Mirchoff.The door clicked shut behind their last guest, the silence that followed louder than the chatter that had filled the brownstone only moments before.April leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly.Noah slid the deadbolt into place, then turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been quiet since Poppy left.”She pushed off the wall and walked to the kitchen, needing something… anything to busy her hands. “It’s been a long day.”“That wasn’t what I asked.” His voice was calm, but firm.April opened the dishwasher and began loading the wine glasses. “I’m fine.”“You’re lying.”That stopped her. She looked over her shoulder, brows arching. “Excuse me?”“You’re not fine. You shut down the second Max walked through the door.”Her stomach twisted. Not because he was wrong. But because he was right.“I didn’t expect him,” she said finally. “You didn’t tell me.”Noah crossed the room, resting a hand on the bac
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“Love doesn’t whisper. It roars when you finally stop running.” By Unknown.April stood with her arms around Noah, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was grounding, steady, the only thing keeping her from coming apart after everything they’d just said and admitted to each other.His hands slid slowly down her back, holding her like she might slip away.She didn’t want to slip away. Not anymore. They still needed to work on a lot, but maybe they were a step closer now.When she tilted her head to look up at him, the look in his eyes stole her breath. Raw. Intense. His pupils dark with something deeper than desire. It was everything they hadn’t said… the pain, the want.And now? They had now, and they had each other.April reached up and kissed him.No teasing. No bravado. Just lips to lips, slow and searching.He kissed her back with an ache that made her toes curl. His hands framed her face like she was the most precious thing he’d ever t
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“Some questions aren’t answered in words, but in choices we’re afraid to make.” By Unknown.April shifted against Noah’s chest, her breath still unsteady as his fingers traced slow, featherlight circles along the length of her spine. They were tangled together in the warm cocoon of her sheets, limbs draped over each other, surrounded by the kind of silence that only followed a high so intense, it left your bones loose and your heart exposed.She let herself breathe. Just for a second.Then she said it again. “Did you hear me? You forgot to use a condom. This is becoming a really bad habit.”He stilled, his hand pausing mid-stroke against her back. “Shit. I know. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “But I’d just like to point out, there are two of us in this. You could have reminded me as well.”She didn’t argue. She wasn’t angry exactly, but concern churned low in her stomach. They couldn’t keep rolling the dice. This was the third time. “I’ll make birth control my problem, then,” she murmured. “I’
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“You don’t need money to lead a rich life, good friends and a loving family are worth their weight in gold.” By Susan GaleThe soft clink of glassware and low hum of polite chatter filled the room as servers moved between tables in crisp uniforms, offering desserts and refills. They had finished their meals. It was now time for everyone to mingle and look at the overpriced artwork.April glanced over at the artwork in question, displayed along the walls: some abstract, some breathtaking, most of it out of her taste range entirely. But Harringtons sponsored events like this. The money went to a good cause, but the work would only hang at the office, never in her home. That’s why tonight wasn’t about her preferences.It was about being seen. About proving she belonged here. So many times in the past, she had hidden behind her father, hoping not to be seen. Noah had been nice to her then.Across from her, Tally rubbed her belly, her face glowing beneath the warm light of the chandeliers.
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“Sometimes the past doesn’t knock. It kicks the damn door open.” By Unknown.The noise of the auction faded as the four of them, Noah, April, Ryan, and Tally drifted out onto the veranda. The lighting was softer here. It was a rare moment of peace in a room otherwise humming with chatter and clinking glasses.Tally eased into a cast iron chair, her hand resting on the top of her belly. Ryan hovered protectively beside her, his eyes flicking over the crowd through the doors leading back inside.April reached for a canapé from a passing tray, her fingers trembling slightly before she pulled back.“You know,” Ryan said, looking at her with a fond smile, “the girl I knew four years ago wouldn’t have handled what you just did back there.” His voice was quiet but admiring. “She would’ve hidden behind her father and not said anything.”April raised an eyebrow. “Thanks?”“It’s a compliment,” he added. “You’re not that girl anymore.”She smiled, small but sincere. “No. I’m not.”Noah wrapped an
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“A real man can’t stand seeing his woman hurt.” By UnknownApril was asleep. Or pretending to be. Either way, she hadn’t moved from the couch in nearly an hour, her face turned into the cushion, her knees drawn up like she was trying to disappear.Poppy had covered her with a blanket, fetched her a glass of water, and then sat beside her, pretending to scroll on her phone while her mind reeled.Pregnant.April was pregnant.And she was falling apart over some batshit receptionist who had the nerve to lie to her face and twist the knife deep. Poppy didn’t need to meet Kayla to know exactly what kind of woman she was. They were a dime a dozen—pretty, venomous, and always sniffing around power like it was a perfume they could bottle for themselves.But Noah? Poppy didn’t know him that well, but she knew the way he looked at April. She’d seen it every time he was around her. Like he wanted to get her alone so he could strip her naked. No way in hell that man was screwing his receptionist
