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Loosing control

ADAM'S POV

It was two days after I had arrived from France and I was still as tired as hell. 

After the phone call with Eve's supposed husband, I had blocked his contact. Not out of fear of his threats. Hilarious. I may sound like an asshole, but after hearing his voice over the phone, I was pretty sure he was a wimp. I doubted he could take me on. And if he could, there was no doubt, I would whoop his ass. 

I sat in the boardroom, at the head of a long ass table, surrounded by the members of the media team. One of them stood by a wall, pointing at a projected slide and yammering about choosing a model to help advertise the new hotel that was currently being built. It would be finished soon and they couldn't wait to publicize it already. 

Well I could wait. 

What was the rush? There were a lot of other pr

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