CEO FALLS IN LOVE

y soul sister. I talked to her and my parents religiously, but I didn't even hear from the other residents of Riverville — Jared included. I took my time to get to know the place and,

ribe. But with Stevie things were light, fun and he didn't pressure me. It lacked that intensity that only the cowboy could awaken in me. But at least I didn't live in fear of being discovered, of having my heart broken. A connection was missing. Things were happening, the end of the semester winding me up and Stevie by my side, helping me relax with fun movies and treats between classes. I was a virgin and wanted a special moment. We did everything, but we couldn't go beyond hands, lips and taking off a few pieces of clothing. And it happened so little... Even though we were together for ten months, our make-out sessions were rare. The man was more my friend than anything else. Would happen eventually. I just didn't feel ... tempted. When summer arrived, Grace went to California. The following semester, she would be definitely formed, and needed to think about my plans. She wanted to write and work for the bookstore, create a business of mine. I took some courses that opened my mind about online marketing and sales, I was dying to try them out. — Friend! — Grace shouted, running up to me at the airport and jumping into my lap, giving me a smacking kiss on the cheek. — Grace! I missed you so much. “Well, you're going to beg me to leave at the end of the summer,” she replied with a laugh. - And who are you? — I'm Stevie, Abby's boyfriend. — You forgot to tell me some things, didn't you? — she asked with a look, and I felt guilty. I didn't tell her about Stevie. — I'll leave you alone while I put the bag away, okay? — Stevie commented, analyzing me with confusion and walked ahead of us with Grace's luggage. Maybe I had hurt the man with that revelation. — What do you think of him? — I asked, biting my lip, a little distressed and looking at my best friend. — He's handsome, he seems polite, but... Abby... Did you notice that he's my brother's doppelgänger? - What? — Same hair, same eye color, same size. He just doesn't wear a hat. It sounds like you're making up for some things, Abigail Rose. Have you ever taken this to therapy? — I... no, I... — I replied, confused and fell silent. I examined the man's broad back from a distance, noticing Gr