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BAILEE A shadow crossed his face, and I leaned in closer to him, soaking up the warmth from his body. “Alex,” I repeated his name, and his hand fell from my hip. “Go check on Brinley.” He ordered, and I nodded, turning and jogging up the stairs. Even though he was injured, I knew he could handl
ALEXANDERI was in trouble. I knew I was in trouble. Yet, as I sat on Bailee's bed, I was happy as she paced back and forth in front of me. She had defended me. She had seen Keller turn toward me and rushed to save me from him even though she had nothing to worry about. “I’m not going to apologize
BAILEE “Look who is back from the dead,” Lacey smirked, and I rolled my eyes as I set my bag and sketch pad down on my desk. “I wasn’t dead. I was hiding. There is a difference.” I said, tipping my pointer finger in her direction. “Tomato, tom-ah-to.” She waved her hand in the air dismissively
ALEXANDER “I want to have this up and running by the first of the month,” I said, looking up as I spotted the head of my public relations lift her hand from behind the glass conference room wall to get my attention. “Jared, can you get the numbers on my desk by Thursday?” The man nodded, and the
BAILEE “No, no, no,” I whispered as I saw the crowd of paparazzi blocking the front of Alex’s office building. A few cops were guiding them back away from the door, but getting inside without being seen or stopped would be impossible. My hand moved down to the cup holder, and I looked down quic
I had to get out. I needed to get away. A small part of me wanted to ram Ben’s Range Rover right through the front gates leading to Alex’s house, but I knew the protesters would just follow me onto his property. Since I couldn’t call the cops and have them removed, I was stuck. My palm connecte
ALEXANDER Bailee was shaking violently as I walked her to the couch. I almost wished I had listened to my previous girlfriends when they insisted I needed to keep a throw blanket in here. Instead, I walked past her and turned on the gas fireplace while I waited for her to explain. I was angry a
BAILEE The doctors and nurses had tried for hours to convince me that the baby on my chest had passed in utero, but I couldn’t let her go. I held onto her for hours, praying for a miracle. She was only the size of my palm, and I knew, even if she hadn’t been hurt in the car accident, that she was