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Is it possible to fall in love at first sight? Because this guy... his gaze, his deep and intense gaze, is making me feel things in my stomach. The guy just gave me a slight smile, which made me swallow hard. I straightened up, aware that I'm still in my bikini.

I cleared my throat and stood up straight.

"Sorry, I didn’t see you," I said nervously.

"I noticed, no problem," he adjusted his suit and headed towards the elevator, right where I was going. I followed him, hoping he doesn't think I'm following him, even though deep down I want to find out everything about this guy. The elevator doors closed, and we both raised our hands to press the button.

We looked at each other.

I laughed nervously.

I'm pathetic.

"Go ahead," I told him.

"Ladies first, please," he said, so chivalrously.

"Thank you," I pressed the button for the honeymoon suite and waited.

"How curious," he commented. "We're going to the same place."

I half-smiled and didn’t respond because it seemed strange. Who else would be living with that pathetic Luke? We'll find out soon. The doors opened, so we both stepped out... Okay, this is weird. The handsome guy slid the key card into the suite door.

"I'm looking for Luke. He’s supposed to be staying here," I told him. "Luke the imposter Grayson."

His expression changed; he seemed to be processing something, and then he realized.

"Amanda Grayson," he said, his tone shifting dramatically from when he didn't know who I was. So did mine, and I looked at him with contempt. That pretty face isn’t going to make me lower my guard; this guy is here to take what’s mine.

"You," I said, pointing at him. "You’re the one trying to take what belongs to me." I showed him the paper. "This means nothing." I tore it into pieces and threw them at his perfect suit. Who the hell wears a suit at the beach? Ridiculous.

"You know there’s a copy of that, right?" He seemed amused by the situation.

"Well, you can have thousands of copies! Millions! But no one’s taking what’s MINE, mister, whatever your name is," I put him in his place. His height made me look tiny, and therefore, he didn’t take me seriously. He didn't even flinch.

"Let’s go inside; we should talk like civilized people," he said calmly.

"Well... I want to go in, and that's why I'm going to, but not because you told me to, ingrate," I said, rolling my eyes and stepping into the luxurious suite. I looked around with suspicion—it's tidy, not too flashy, blah blah blah. I don’t care about what he has or his stupid style.

"Look, Amanda, my father... well, I didn’t know he was my father until recently when my mother...," he paused, "...confessed it to me," he explained.

I examined my nails to show how little I cared about his false story because that's what it is—he just wants to take the fortune and get richer.

FREeloader.

"Maybe you don’t care, but I do. I’m the legitimate son of Andres Grayson, and you’re just adopted. I think the law will be on my side. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you enough to keep living like the queen you’ve been, but everything will be in my name. I’ll take over the businesses... I don’t think you, a woman, are capable of doing it," he concluded.

I nodded, trying not to jump on this handsome idiot and pull his hair. I think my eye started twitching.

"Are you done?"

He nodded.

I laughed.

"You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let some upstart like you trample over me. No one can prove you’re his real son; my father is dead, and there’s no way to confirm it. My father left a will naming me as his sole heir."

"Andres didn’t know I existed," he explained as he took off his jacket.

"Too bad for you, sorry."

"I’ve started a legal process, Amanda. You have to be in court tomorrow at nine, or this will get worse. The judge will tell us how we’re going to resolve this. Look, I don’t like being in this position either, but it’s something I have to do."

"You’re just a gold-digger who only cares about money and leaving me with nothing."

"Are you even listening to me, Amanda? You’re so stubborn."

"And you’re a moronic idiot."

"If you say so. See you tomorrow. Please, show yourself out."

I was fuming with anger. Everything was blurry; I wanted to hit him for coming and ruining my life. I looked at an expensive vase on the table next to him, and I accidentally knocked it over, shattering it on the floor.

"Oops, didn’t notice. Sorry," I made a fake grimace.

Luke glared at me.

"I’ll see you in court tomorrow, imposter. Get ready to go back to your nice city with your tail between your legs," I blew him a kiss and stormed out of his stupid suite, slamming the door.

I definitely have to do everything I can to get this man out of here as soon as possible so I don’t have to see his stupid face again.

....

I got home exhausted; arguing with that idiot wore me out. I got into the shower to relax and plan my next move—I need to investigate him. I grabbed my tablet and Googled his name. Almost everything about him popped up.

Single, runs successful businesses, highly sought after, seen out with models, beautiful women, loves football games, plays hockey, and works out. At his young age, he’s become one of the youngest billionaires, and it seems like he’s done it all on his own. If he’s so rich, why does he want to take what’s mine? My father, Andres, adopted me when I was only five years old. My parents died in a car accident, and I was left alone, begging for food in restaurants, even scraps, just to fill my little belly. I’m more than grateful to Mr. Andres for adopting me, educating me, and putting me in charge of his businesses. I can’t let some upstart ruin all of this.

We’ll see who wins in court tomorrow.