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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Party Time
It was the first time that I saw Aiden sitting behind the wheel. I didn't think that any man in the world had the ability to turn me on just by driving a car, but as I watched Aiden effortlessly maneuver his Maserati, I felt waves of heat crashing against me like I was in the middle of a firestorm. Fearing that no amount of coverage could help me hide the blush on my cheeks, I used every breathing exercise I could think of… It backfired. I inhaled his scent, and after less than a minute, I started to believe that I was turning into a starved cavewoman, and he resembled a delicious piece of meat.This was bad. I kept my eyes glued to the side window, pretending to admire the view while I bit my lip so hard it almost bled. I stopped myself just in time. I wouldn't look good with a swollen lip, not to mention that I might have stained the cream leather upholstery… or the silk dress.I almost screamed when Aiden's hand moved from the gearstick and found mine, one fisted on my lap. "You're
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Saved
I had always been a good swimmer—not a good diver, but a good swimmer. But all my skills turned out to be useless when I fell into the water, completely breathless. My instincts told me to move, but the pain radiating from my stomach and the lack of air efficiently took away my muscle power. If it wasn't bad enough, those multiple layers of silk in my skirt cocooned me, thoroughly blocking my vision. I panicked. I was desperate for air, but no matter how fiercely I tried, I couldn't reach the surface. Instinctively, I opened my mouth as if I was trying to suck the oxygen out of the surrounding water. My throat burned from the helpless struggle. I vaguely heard noises distorted by water. Someone screamed. My vision darkened, and then I thought how stupid it would be to die in the pool during a VIP party. Would someone write an article about it? Would they call me a drunken, idiotic, rich girl who fell into the pool and drowned because she got stuck between a ridiculous number of layers
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Trouble
I wasn't sure what was in those pills I took, but I slept like a baby and woke up miraculously regenerated. By the time I opened my eyes, the fresh clothes—other than a swimsuit and a silk gown—were lying folded on the chair next to my bed. The whole suite seemed empty, and I was almost certain that Aiden left just to make me feel more comfortable.I crawled out of bed, covered myself in sheets, and slowly walked to the bathroom. I expected to see either a panda or a zombie in the mirror, but someone must have removed my makeup while I was unconscious. I made a mental note to find that person and thank her… or him, but now it was time to prepare myself to come back to the land of the living.I glanced at my stomach and saw a dark circle right beneath my sternum. It resembled the head of an alien, ready to pop out and blow my guts apart at any second. Either Mildred had practiced martial arts since she was a kid or she had been the luckiest drunken harpy on the planet, and I would have
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Damage Control
That wasn't exactly how I imagined spending Saturday afternoon. I was in Aiden's office, staring at the laptop screen and desperately trying to control my rising panic. My moment of madness with Aiden in the Palais des Roses suite ended right after Logan's phone call. We packed and rushed back to New York City. Now I was sitting on the sofa with Logan beside me while Aiden stood by his desk, making his million-and-one call. The video of Aiden carrying me out of the pool was playing on the laptop's screen on repeat, and I just wished that someone had pinched me and woken me up from this nightmare.I wasn't sure what triggered Aiden's agitation, but I definitely knew why I was about to go frantic. My face was shown clearly in more than a few frames of this video, and of course, so was Aiden's. I couldn't have cared less if there had been only "civilians" who watched that damn clip. I wasn't a celebrity, and even if I had flashed my naked butt straight to the camera, I would have shrugge
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Healing
I was sitting curled up on a sofa wearing my favorite loose Gudetama sweatshirt and black shorts. All the makeup was gone, and my chestnut hair was tied in a messy bun on top of my head. I had a mug of hot, dramatically oversweetened cocoa in hand and a half-empty box of mint chocolate ice cream lying next to me. On the table, there were open boxes of cream-onion, paprika, and barbeque-style flavor chickpea chips, pretending to be healthy snacks instead of more comfort food. Yes, I needed a lot of comfort. I needed to deal with the fact that I was an absolute idiot.I called Emily and Bastian on my way back home. Emily had an urgent meeting with her client before Monday's court trial—yes, her salary was worth sacrificing free Saturdays from time to time. I told her about what had happened, and she said that she would cut the meeting short and be back in our apartment in less than two hours.Calling Bastian required more courage, and perhaps I should be grateful that my phone woke him
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart His Reasons
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" Emily was laughing so hard she couldn't sit on the sofa, whereas I might have lost my ability to breathe.We were watching another video from the Palais des Roses pool party, but this one had been posted from an anonymous account, which was deleted only hours after the video had begun to spread. Someone caught Mildred Harris smoking and later throwing her cigarette into someone else's champagne glass. There was also a scene where she and a friend of hers said rather nasty things about Angelica Butterfly and a few other actresses. In two additional scenes, well-known male models discussed liposuction and badmouthed one of the young designers, but the unquestionable star of this video was Mildred, aka the Bitch.The video was almost a five-minute-long record of shame, and its sudden appearance online was nearly too convenient for me and Aiden. People loved drama far more than sweet love scenes. Tabloid reporters loved drama even more than ordinary people, and thi
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Fiancée
The air left me in a rush as I sat on the sofa, staring at the actress I had once seen with nothing aside from lace panties on. She had just called my boss her fiancé—not her boyfriend, but fiancé!I felt sick. My head was spinning. I clamped my hand over my mouth, fearing that I might throw up. I knew that they had slept together, but I had seen Aiden with more than a few women in tabloid pictures, so I naively assumed that it was nothing more than a one-night stand…I saw Aiden's jaw clench and his hands fist into balls, knuckles whitening. "Are you insane?" The edges of his tone sharpened with anger. "Why the fuck did you come here?" he hissed.She stumbled back, her eyes widening. She looked at him in disbelief for a few heartbeats before shifting her eyes to me. "It's you!" She pointed her finger at me. "You were with Aiden in Hamptons, usurping my place!"I flinched, but then something occurred to me. Even if she had seen me in that video with Aiden, how would she know that I'd
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Determined
It took me a while before I was able to focus on anything aside from Aiden's scent, touch, and taste. He wasn't in any way helpful, distracting me with his closeness as he sat beside me. He insisted on looking at my laptop screen even if I told him that I could email him all the documents I had found so he could examine them on his own computer. He claimed that it would be more efficient that way because I could point out the most problematic issues with my finger. Well, for this to work, he would have to pay attention to the screen first…"You smell nice," he murmured, all but nuzzling my hair.My heart tripped for the millionth time since I'd entered his office. "You're doing it again." I sighed and leaned away from him. "You are distracting me."A breathy chuckle escaped him. "You're easy to distract.""You're also wasting time," I argued."My first meeting starts at ten. I have plenty of time to waste."I smirked. "Nine thirty."He frowned. "What?""I heard Agnes reschedule your f
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