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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: RESISTING TEMPTATION.

Lucian. The worst part about doing the right thing was wishing you had done the wrong thing instead. I wasn't familiar with this feeling. I had always been a resolute person. I made decisions and I stuck with them and hardly changed my mind about that. And yet, here I was, my mind swaying in the wind. I could as well just change my name and dye my hair pink because I didn't recognize myself at all. I sighed. This wasn't me. I was different these days and there was only one way to resist this change effectively. Unfortunately for me, I wouldn't accept all the money in the world to cut Maddie out of my life. Not that I even cared about all the money in the world. I had more money than I knew what to do with. More money than a single person should ever have sitting somewhere in a bank idle. I could do more than survive on my professor's salary and that was good enough for me. I wasn't exactly scraping the bottom of the barrel without my sperm donor's blood money. I was doing fine. Per
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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: THWARTED PLANS.

Maddie."Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked Gia. She was lying in bed, hands folded behind her head, giving me a shit eating grin. "Nothing." "Georgia!" She giggled. "You're so cute, Mads. Are you having a little fashion crisis over the professor, sweetie? Do you need help?" I scoffed. "I'm not having a fashion crisis over Lucian. I'm just confused about what to wear. It's normal. You get confused about to wear all the time." "Yeah, that's me, it's literally my whole thing. But you on the other hand, it takes you a second to pull out something from the closet and be ready to dash out at a moment's notice." She swept her gaze to the multiple outfits I had hanging over one arm pointedly. I felt my cheeks go hot and I was sure my face was flashing red with guilt. "It means nothing. Okay? Don't try to find a deeper meaning in all of this." "Just wear the black pants and green tee. Problem solved." She shrugged. "You're welcome." I made a face and turned away. I bit my l
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: LUCIAN'S LEGACY.

Lucian. There was no argument of whether I loved Lucinda Buford. She was my mother and my rock and I loved her. It didn't mean that there weren't times I just didn't want to strangle the fuck out of her. Like now for instance. She had called me at seven thirty while I was driving to work to tell me she needed me. She hadn't needed to say more. I had turned my car around and headed for her house which was approximately a two hour thirty minute drive. I made it two hours on the dot. Two hours that I spent thinking of all the worst case scenarios and trying to call her over and over again. Each call that went to voice mail only sent my blood pressure higher and higher to the roof. I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to call the school's English department in the midst of my panic. I immediately rang up Tina Bertram, a substitute who had filled in for me once before. "Hello?" "Tina, Good morning, it's Lucian Buford." "I know it's you, professor. Do you need something?" S
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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: FROM FRYING PAN TO FIRE.

Maddie. I was sitting on a bench a little distance from the food truck inhaling the best shawarma on the planet. It seemed that everything that came out of the food truck was simply amazing. I didn't know their secret recipe, but honestly at this point even if I found out it was the blood of crickets, I wasn't sure I'd be all that bothered. "Good right?" Cam asked. We had planned to have lunch together but Cam had had to run to track practice and I had had to hurriedly study for a class test I had forgotten all about. So here we were, after school, having lunch by past five. "Good is an understatement." I told him. "I'm tempted to kidnap the cook and lock him in my basement so he'd work for me day and night." "I rue the day you're powerful enough to actually go through with that diabolical plan." He laughed. "You laugh now, but when I'm eating perfection day and night, you wouldn't be laughing anymore." "I'd be knocking at your door day and night." He grinned. "speaking of day
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