Loving the Bad Guy

l to their sense of decency, they'll reconsider their plans to demolish the diner." She picked up her phone to send a text to Mr Tate telling him about her plan the next day and that she w

the journey ahead would not be easy, but she refused to let fear hold her back. With a sense of purpose driving her forward, s

at surrounded her. The entrance was a vast expanse of polished marble floors, reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers that hung from the ceil

tors with a warm smile and a professional demeanor. Behind them, floor-to-ceiling windows offered panoramic

h the faint aroma of leather and mahogany. Soft music played in the background, its soo

my name is Stacy Maraj, I'd like to see the CEO of this company please," she said. The receptionist, a

the receptionist asked, her vo

t's dismissive attitude. "No, but it's urgent," she replied, her voi

. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Stones is a very busy man. He doesn't have time to see every Tom, Dick, a

ere trying to make a scene", her eyes narrowing with disdain as she motioned for Stacy to leave. "Excuse me? What scene? I just want to see Mr Nathan Stones, I said it's urgent and I'm not leaving without seeing him!". Stacy stood still, stumped her foot with both hands clenched into a fist on bot

's loud voice suddenly shook the building, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. Silenc

ing, her heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty, her eyes widened in shock as she saw the man standing befo

tature, his chiseled jawline, his black shiny sleek hair, his perfect beards and

, Stacy felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over her – anger at his arrogant demeanor, curiosity abo

, but she refused to let him intimidate her. With a steely resolve, she squared her shoulders, pulled down her dress that was

the building while Stacy fought back. "Let her go!" The handsome arrogant man who almost ran Stacy over the other day said sternly. As the security guards reluctantly backed away, Stacy found herself standing face to face with th

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es Jewelry and Co., the son of

couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you're looking at

She hadn't expected the person she was seeking to be right in front of her. Nathan Stones – the

see," she replied, her tone more composed. "I need to speak wi

's words. "Ah, so you're one of the employees at the diner," he mused, a knowing glint in his eyes while trying to unbutton his suit so he could sit properly on the couch,

due respect, Mr. Stones, I urge you to reconsider," she insisted, her voice unwavering. "The diner is not

plea. "I understand your concern, but business is business," he

matter," she insisted, her frustration evident. "You can't j

's not personal. It's business," he explained, his tone firm

let you do it without a fight," she declared, her voice unwavering. "We'll ral

ldn't help but feel a strange sense of admiration for her fiery spirit. Despite her small stature, she exuded a quiet strength and determination that commanded attention. As she spoke, her lips moved with conviction, each word laced with passion and defiance.Nathan found himself drawn to Stacy's beauty – the way her eyes spark

fighting a battle you can't win, Stacy," he declared, his voice laced with superiority. "I have all the mon

f money, enough for him to get himself another diner," Nathan boasted. "And as for you, I'll let you wor

ght back with fiery determination. "I'll never accept your offer," she retorted, her voice filled with defiance. "I w

e replied, his tone dripping with disdain. "But remember, Stacy, you're just a small fish

nger and frustration. As she stormed out of the building, her mind raced with thoug