The Stolen Sapphire: His Fake Girlfriend
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d to the empty seat besid
r upright. The flight attendant offered a glass of champagne, the bubbles fizzing near t
ntrol. Her stomach felt like it was trying to digest itself. It had been doing that since she left Paris, a slow, burning churn that made her skin clammy and her hands shake. She pulled her leather jacket tighter around her chest, trying to disa
ced to h
ce over the last three years. He was reading a document, his pen hovering over the paper with precise, calculated intent. He ha
preferred
hanks. Her fingers trembled against the glass. She needed to calm down
was trashy, glossy escapism. Just what she needed. She flipped the pages aggr
ge
and f
ul, and nauseating: Aryana St
ced smile that fooled everyone. She was clinging to Carlton Bryan's arm like a delic
king at Ary
A deep, midnight blue stone s
rt Stanton's to give. It was hers. It was the last thing her mother had worn before the cancer took her, t
ispered. The word
he edges. How dare she? How dare that interloper wear her m
The seatbelt sig
bul
ed as the jolt threw her torso slightly forward, her body a puppet to the plane's sudd
uid arced thr
cond before splashing down. Not
crotch of the pristine gre
sto
ing. The ink from his pen bled a tiny black dot onto his
ading rapidly across the expensive fabric, soaki
od," she
grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins from the
so sor
t, jamming the napkins onto
thigh turned to st
d her wrist. His grip was iron. It wasn't painful, but it
look
winter storm. They were cold, intelligent, and curr
low, a deep rumble that vibrate
ed, forcing her to realize exactly where her hand was an
help," Belle stammer
released her wrist with a flick,
, her face a mask of professional horror. "Mr. Step
but the way the crew reacted told her he was so
. He looked down at Belle one last time. His gaze swept over her messy hair, her
looking at her again, and walked toward t
ne on her lap. The milk had splattered onto Aryana's face in
o
the nausea that was rising again. She had been back in New York's orbit for l
the base of her throat where