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"What do you mean by that? Could you be more specific?""If what happened the other night was a figment of my imagination and you're sure of it, why are you avoiding me?""I'm not avoiding you. Why would I? You must have misunderstood.""Have I? You were supposed to provide the market study of the property yesterday. You didn't," he remarked with a slight reproach."I sent it through my colleague, Amy," I corrected, puzzled."I haven't received anything as far as I know," he responded.I couldn't afford a slip-up like that. I searched on my laptop, found the study, enlarged it on the screen, and handed it to Lucius."Sorry for the inconvenience. Here it is for you to review... or would you prefer a printed copy?" I offered softly, watching his reaction.Lucius agreed to review it on my computer, but the number of questions he had about the graphs forced me to stay close, pointing out what he wanted to see. I could barely concentrate with such proximity, my heart racing while I
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"I'm not convinced, Mom. I don't look like myself. Do you think Andrew will like it? I want him to cry when he sees me walking down the aisle," she complained, adjusting her neckline. "Do you like this dress, Sis?"I did like the dress. Would I give my approval to something that looked good on her? Absolutely not."It's nice..." I pretended the dress bored me and said it out of obligation.Amanda caught on immediately and grew more impatient."You don't like it, do you?" she asked, sounding insecure."It's not that I don't like it, it's just... Can you pull off that cut without looking, you know, voluptuous, in that area?"I was referring to her pregnancy, which sent Amanda into another crisis. She started ranting about how she was going to look like a whale and how she already looked like a whale. Her breakdown was so intense that the assistant holding the box of tissues quickly rushed over to help with her tears. I hid a smile and went back to my phone, searching for things abo
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"Is he? Do we know him by any chance? What does he do for a living?" she inquired suspiciously."He is. I don't know if you know him, but he's an investor from Cameria," I lied."An international investor? How old did you say he is?" she asked with a malicious tone that tasted bitter to me. "Is his age the problem? Is he close to your father's age?""No. But he is a bit older than me. He's 34," I asserted without backing down."He sounds like the perfect man. What else do you want to boast about without suspiciously giving me his name and surname?""I could boast about his blue eyes like the night sky, his thick black hair, or his height. But what's more important to me is why you doubt my words so much. We want to keep our relationship as private as possible," I argued, snaking around her questions. She laughed at me."I don't know who you're trying to fool, Mary. But stop and quit upsetting my daughter while she is preparing for the most important day of her life. We both know
My Boss, My Husband Chapter 19
It was interesting how the human mind worked during a manic episode. There I was, having proposed marriage to my boss in a fit of rage. He didn't improve my embarrassment by reaching to his desk and pressing a button to lower the blinds automatically, shielding us from prying eyes.Then, he clasped his hands in a prayer-like gesture. The silence in the office was killing me with nerves."Did you come to work drunk?" he asked patiently."I'm not drunk. N-nor am I high," I defended myself, stuttering."You sound and act like an intoxicated person to me." He leaned his face on one of his hands. "But that didn't bother you when you slept with me that night, did it?" I asked.At this, Lucius became serious, straightened up, and looked at me darkly. From accessible to armored, I watched him transform in a matter of seconds."If you want to go down the path of blackmail, you'd better give that up now. You and I both knew what we were doing. We both enjoyed it. Or will you say I took a
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"I'll be submitting my resignation this afternoon. I'm sorry for my behavior; it was unprofessional," I mentioned, tears still falling.I heard a very deep sigh."There's no need," he said, sounding resigned. I looked at him hopefully. "We've all made bad decisions and had bad days. You don't deserve to be fired for one. But I won't accept your marriage proposal. It's ridiculous, Marianne."My chest loosened, relieved, and I could breathe normally again."Yes, it was ridiculous. I don't know what I was thinking," I reflected, playing with the handkerchief, then remembered something immediately. "There's something of yours I want to return."I didn't specify what I wanted to return. I left his office, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary, and took the envelope from my briefcase. Returning, I slid it across the desk. Lucius took it and opened it. He pulled out the card with his phone number and was surprised to see the $1000 he had given me. I had carried it with me for days,
My Boss, My Husband Chapter 21
A week had passed since the disaster at the bridal shop, and my wicked stepmother hadn't stopped pestering me for the name of my supposed fiance. But all I'd gotten from that infamous dating app were twenty dick pics, five offers for casual sex, and countless hours of frustration. I had no one to take to that party.I pulled at my hair, desperate and stressed. These emotions were so overwhelming that I realized I had yanked out a strand of hair, and I stared at it with the urge to cry."I'm worried about you. I mean it," Jenna said, sitting beside me in my cubicle. She handed me a coffee. "A mocha, to whet your appetite so we can go have lunch like the rest of the floor."It was lunchtime, and there was only one colleague in the private video conference booth at the end of the hall. I focused on my computer."I'm not hungry. I need to find a man for tonight," I told my friend."Still on that? Aren't you busy with our project?""I'm juggling both. Tomorrow I have a meeting with ou
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"Nothing. I'm going to the equestrian club. It's Amanda's engagement dinner," I explained."What are you planning to sabotage this time? Don't tell me you've given up—that would be so boring of you."I looked at him, pressing my tongue against my cheek. I felt ridiculed and mocked, but there was no lower point for me to reach. If he wanted drama, I'd give him drama."I'll show up with an attractive fiance who will act like I'm the most charming woman in the world and make me appear sane, Mr. Brown," I bragged.I could see the smile in Lucius's eyes as he drove. The breeze tousling his hair made him even more irresistible."Did you blackmail this one too?" he joked cruelly."No, I paid him in advance," I retorted without guilt.He looked astonished, then burst into laughter. I didn't find it funny that he found this madness amusing. A woman had to do what she had to do. I clutched my purse to keep from blushing at the absurdity of what I had just said, keeping my head high."A w
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Amelia was the name of my detestable stepmother. But I loathed her name so much that I tried not to remember it. It was the name my mother used to repeat incessantly when she was ill, blaming her for the destruction of her marriage. Even as a child, I understood that my father was more to blame for my mother's suffering than his mistress. Yet, my mother was fixated on blaming her. Amelia, that homewrecker. Amelia, that foreign tramp.Her name was like that of a ghost I preferred not to summon. And now, though she was a ghost to me, her reaction to Lucius was unsettling. It was like he was her ghost."Amelia," my father discreetly reprimanded his wife. "That's not an appropriate question to ask my successor.""What do you mean, your successor?" she asked, horrified, turning to Serge. "You never mentioned that.""Since when have you cared about the names of my business partners, woman?" he replied disdainfully, then turned to us. "Did you exchange words when he came to our house to c
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