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BAILEE EIGHT YEARS AGO (Sixteen years old) I couldn’t help but stare longingly at the party on the beach. I wanted to be there for Ben’s birthday, but I had work to finish, and until I was done, there would be no fun for me. My parents owned a resort on the lake where Ben and I worked after s
“No!” I said suddenly, placing my hands on his chest. “No. I wasn’t saying that YOU stink. You smell incredible. You always do. You just have Amber’s perfume all over you. It's bad enough having to sit back and watch as you let her rub herself on you like a damn cat, but now I have to smell her on y
ALEXANDER The Tale-Tell Heart. I had thought that story was ridiculous when I was in school. The heart under the floor, beating, driving the madman insane… How could a dead heart beat? I got it now, though, because in my desk sat a file, one I could practically hear beating away, mocking me
BAILEE The red carpet had been intimidating, but each time I started to feel overwhelmed, Alex would pull me closer to him and move us to the next area. His warm body against mine had felt so nice that a few times, I found myself leaning into him on my own, wanting to steal his body heat. It
“Baby,” Alex said, and I flinched before I could stop myself at the name. He noticed. His smile faltered, and he looked away from me toward the band. “Normally people dance after the meal.” “Then let’s go to the bar to get a drink,” I said, placing my hand on his thigh and holding his stare as I
BAILEE The table was tense when they called for everyone to take their seats for dinner to be served, even more so when the head of the foundation recognized ‘the very generous’ Alexander Kingston as one of their largest donors. George, Helen, and Caleb were fuming from across the table at the s
I gasped as he spun me harshly until the front of my body crashed into his. “You really are more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?” Caleb spat through his clenched teeth while holding his fake smile on his face. Filled with anger, I pretended to stumble, accidentally stepping on his foo
BAILEE “How much?” I asked through my teeth as I glared at him, too angry to even blink. “Oh, Bailee,” Caleb said, pulling at a piece of my hair, and I yanked my face away. “You will never make enough to release the lien.” “How much?!” I demanded louder, yanking myself out of his arms. My che