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tment—alone. And every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was the image flickering of my evil boss as he tried to

or heard from him again. I was immensely grateful and scared at the same time tha

I saw red when he tried to do that thing that I was scared of. My instinct kick

husbands. And at this time, Blaine was busy playing with Ben and Sammy—who wouldn’t? those kids were adorable. Lucky for them, they met men who res

ourse, no calls, no mess

ife

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that I still had a reason to live despite my life had been turned upside down a couple

an empty barstool and rested my elbows on the dark counter, tapping my

anticipation as I scanned around, but I

inha, p

taff knew me through Camila and Pyke. I hummed

strong perfume. I turned my head slightly to check him out. He was wearing a sophisticated tailored suit w

to acknowledge me and sipped it,

and let the grassy herbaceous taste of cachaça w

dently. You’re rich but not attr

ight to flirt and get laid just to get rid of this sorrow churning inside me. I sti

.” I crossed my legs to

beautiful woman wait.” He raised an eyebr

ad, I smiled. “What made you th

.” He strolled his gaze from my face to my che

, but I am really w

nce.” Back off, already! Your cufflinks are too shiny for my taste. He

raised my hand

eg

se pounded in my ears. My head snapped to

ulp, with dark thick brows squished together. His straight nose wa

seduisant.” I thou

he was damn beautiful with his imperfection. His powerful presence caught me hyper-aware that had my

I coughed

omewhat assess me before h

’d been staring at him for a couple of seconds

y word ca

drink?” He looked down

I pushed the glass tow

oat. I completely forgot I was about

at him. “H

his head to the magnificent back of Forrest who was wearing a black shirt, sleeves were r

had a few more tattoos underneath the dark shirt he was wearing. Did his abs or deep V co

biceps bulged as he busi

brothe

d seconds. I opened my mouth, but before I coul

” Forrest’s voice was deep and harsh,

one to

do you

th if he didn’t have to. He was a man of a few words. He used to brood tha

redator, but something deep inside me triggered every time we locked our gazes—it was like rolling of thunder with warmth and des

your nose where it doesn’t belong. I am

ed another beautif

s your

ll you she was waiting for

trying to process that they were arguing beca

oned hard. “I can make a complaint against your rudeness behavior and mak

ing,” Forrest ans

Asher bar

me that.” He grabbed the empty glas

ng?” I asked him, finally

ed under his breath, the

ld be in

? What are you do

stomer.”

to my back, and I notic

He threw the bills toward

p from the floor, the

omers and never came back to me as if I didn’t exist anymore, and it pissed me off. He

a few deep breaths, I pulled myself together, took a

they only wanted one thing from me, and that was what I hated myself for. Or perhaps, I wanted something more. Something else. Or mo

adrest. I couldn’t let my failures consumed me. I needed to find a

weren’t like before anymore. They had priorities than to liste

saw in me was the flirty and funny Megan, and not th

r. So much for an emotionally unavailable bi

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