My Ex-husband Wants Me Back But Three Billionaires Want Me

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raphers flitted around, dragging their heat with them, while a ridiculous ice sculpture of the Vale

eyes drift over that melting V. Honestly, I was jus

d, just a little pressure at my waist. "Photographers, two o

gance. Someone's hand could've won an award for that calligraphy.

was midnight blue, my choice, from before stylists took over. When I first came in, Octavia

, radiator thumping like someone begging to get in. I'd sit against it with his slides in my lap, editing pitch decks: Cut slide two. Lead with the numbers. He'd crash next to me, still in his shoes, and we'd both hope. He

can't tell if he's steadying me or guiding

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e was wind and they were grass. One whiff of her gardenia perfume, an

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een saving someone for you." Saving.

as still in his and then, suddenly, it

in a single, too-perfect sheet. That kind of posture that makes you

ce sharp as a pin. "Her father's on

. "I read the Forbes piece. They did your jaw dirty." He ac

looking at the Meridian

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nteered, but nobody paused. Waiters swept

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person, not a part

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dinner. Just

ull," I shot back

Rykar countered, not

skin. Behind me, the ice sculpture had finally given in, a puddle now, just silver and slush. The party surged brigh

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to be near him. Right through a STAFF ONLY door, into a corridor that smelled like bleach and steam from some unse

ightened, the set of his shoulders, the familiar signs b

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, back through that door, back to the l

e a plate down the hall and nobody cared. I pre

trokes of a pen. Now, I could hear the truth in the silence. Some decisions, peo