All Chapters of The Intern- Enemies To lovers: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

As he leaned forward, his cuff links hit the top of his desk, and his stare hardened. “Does Declan know the truth now?”“Yes. It came to a head last night.” I dropped my hair and clutched my stomach. “I’m telling you this because there was a reason why he didn’t want me as his intern, and that’s my fault. He spent the last semester thinking …” My voice trailed off. I swallowed. I pushed the emotion away. “He thought he had hooked up with a woman who didn’t remember any of it, and that led to some really heavy and really shitty thoughts.”“Jesus, Hannah.”I whispered, “I know.” I raised my hand. “But I had my reasoning—a reasoning that I made very clear to him last night. He’s not innocent either, Dominick. We’re both in the wrong.”He remained silent, staring at me, his gaze telling me he was processing.“I know you warned him, which I love you for, but that warning came a little late.” I uncrossed my legs and moved to the end of the chair. “He tried, Dominick. I can’t say I did becau

“I need a manual.”He shook his head. “You just need to be yourself.” When he tightened the grip on the cushion behind me, the chair moved. “Listen, Declan talked to Jenner. He talked to me. Now, he’s in Dominick’s office, talking to him. He wouldn’t be doing any of this if he didn’t see a future with you.”“Wait …” I thought back to everything I’d said since I’d walked through Ford’s door. “How do you know he’s in Dominick’s office, talking to him? I didn’t tell you that.”He smiled back at me.“Jesus,” I groaned. “Don’t tell me; I already know. Dominick told you all in your group text. You’re a bunch of clucking hens, I swear. You’re just as gossipy and drama-filled as women—maybe even more so.”“Should I take offense to that? I can’t tell …”I stood from my chair. “No comment.”“Hey,” he said as I reached his door. “Don’t forget something—something that’s extremely important.”“And that is?”“He loves you.”I clutched his doorknob as his response melted into my body. “Those are wor

I squeezed her fingers. “I can’t wait until your graduation party to kiss you.”Until now, I hadn’t told her I was going.As the recognition registered, a softness drifted across her face. “You just made it impossible for me to say no.”“Dinner, my place—you know, the house where I’ve never brought any other woman before.”She moved in closer, pressing her tits against my desk. “And you’re going to give me those lips—you know, the ones you’ve never given to any woman besides me.”I winked. “You’re always the exception, Hannah.”She released my hand and sauntered toward the door, glancing at me over her shoulder as she said, “I’ll bring dessert.”“There’s only one thing I want for dessert, and that’s you.”TWENTY-SIXHANNAHButterflies. That was the only way I could describe the feeling in my stomach as I walked up to Declan’s front door. This wasn’t the first time I’d been here. We’d spent plenty of time together since our return from Wyoming. But this occasion felt different than th

I pressed the doorbell, and a familiar face greeted me on the other side of the door.Just not the face I had been hoping for.“Declan Shaw,” Camden said, chuckling. “Can’t say I’m surprised to see your ass on my doorstep, but after all that shit-talking, maybe I should be.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Funny, my sister says you’re one of the good guys. Is that true?” He looked over his shoulder before we connected eyes again. “When I asked my cousins that question”—he laughed—“they had a whole lot to say about you.”“I’m sure they did, especially Dominick. He’s got more dirt on me than a goddamn coffin.”“Listen, we all have our pasts. I’m certainly no exception.” He reached forward to pound my fist. “I just want to make sure it doesn’t interfere with my sister. That one deserves to be treated right.”After our knuckles tapped, I pulled my hand back and said, “She will be; you have no reason to worry.” I continued to read his eyes, weighing what he was looking for. “I owe you

She nodded. “Okay.”“Now, open your gift.”She reached inside the bag, taking out the long, rectangular box. The lid then came off, and she moved the tissue paper aside, that glow returning to her face the moment she realized it was a briefcase.Her hand went over her mouth. “Oh my God, it’s beautiful.”“There’s a story behind this present.” I waited for her eyes to lock with mine before I continued, “When I was a kid, my parents took me on vacation to Maine. We were walking through Old Port, a quaint section in Portland, and we came across this small store that specialized in handmade leather goods. I’ll never forget when I passed that window, seeing this huge—at least what had seemed huge at the time—briefcase inside. I made my parents stop and go in and look at it with me, and I said to them, ‘When I graduate law school, I want a briefcase just like that one.’ ” My fingers slid into her hair, holding the back of her head. “Right before I graduated, my father looked up the store. Th