Chapter: MAN OF SCIENCEJohn had passed just before dawn.I stood by the window in Dr. Thorne’s surgical suite, watching the pale fog drift across the lower courtyard. Beside me, Somatic Pod Zero hummed on standby, its cool blue optical lights casting long shadows across the floorboards.Down in the medical bay, the atmosphere was thick with quiet, stoic grief. Melony sat on the edge of the cot, holding her husband's cold, frail hand between both of hers. Her face was pale, lined with dark circles, but her eyes were dry—the deep, numbing exhaustion of a woman who had already cried every tear she possessed over the long weeks in Node 03.Allen and Rhea sat tucked under heavy woolen blankets in the neighboring cots, clutching two carved wooden animal figures Eli had left for them earlier that morning. They were still far too weak to walk, their faces thin and pale, but their eyes tracked their mother with quiet, solemn awareness.Dr. Thorne stood near the foot of John's bed, pulling a clean white sheet over th
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Chapter: RESILIENT WOMANThe morning sun broke over the high peaks of the mountain range, casting a pale, gold light across the stone courtyard of Apex. The air was crisp and cold, carrying the sharp scent of pine ash, wet granite, and the lingering steam from the keep’s lower bathhouse.After days of relentless tactical ops, ambush preparations, and subterranean expeditions, a rare sense of routine settled over the stronghold. But it was a new kind of routine—one defined by the growing weight of our expanded community.Down in the main courtyard, the work of unloading the Node 03 haul was in full swing.Dutch and Eli were backed up against the secondary armory doors with Flatbed One, systematically uncrating the high-capacity pulse rifles and perimeter turrets. Eli was practically vibrating with excitement, his hands moving with rapid-fire speed as he stripped down the factory grease on an automated defense processor.Yet, every two minutes, the boy’s dark eyes flicked over his shoulder toward the medical wi
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Chapter: LOOTThe heavy pneumatic seal of Node 03's inner bulkhead gave a long, mechanical hiss as Tristan bypassed the primary control circuit. Cold, sterile air, preserved under high pressure for years, rushed out into the corridor, carrying the sharp scents of ozone, high-grade coolant, and refined lubricants.The steel blast doors parted slowly, revealing the vast, shadow-draped expanse of the primary somatic core.LUS flared brightly across my retinas, illuminating the vault in brilliant, wire-frame gold.[FACILITY SECTOR: NODE 03 MAIN CORE.][POWER STATUS: AUXILIARY GENERATORS ACTIVE (14% STAMINA).][CONTAINMENT REPOS: SOMATIC FABRICATION / MILITARY HARDWARE STORAGE.][ALERT: RATION RESERVES DEPLETED TO 0.0%.]"No food," Tristan noted smoothly, his dark eyes sweeping over the dusty shelves of empty storage bins near the entryway. "Looks like our poor family scraped every dry crumb out of the mess hall pantry months ago.""They survived on emergency water filters and sheer willpower," I murmur
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Chapter: NEW CITIZENSThe heavy iron postern gate of the Apex stronghold creaked shut behind us as the early morning fog rolled off the high pines.With Vanguard Nine neutralized and the lower timber route secured, the strike team moved out toward the old granite quarry four miles south. The team was light, fast, and lethal: Dutch, Ronan, Tristan, and myself. Flatbed One was parked half a mile back in a concealed timber blind, leaving us to move on foot through the dripping, silent forest.LUS hummed a deep, resonant baseline against my optic nerves, feeding real-time topographical data and thermal sweeps directly into my field of vision.[TACTICAL MATRIX: ACTIVE.][TARGET PROXIMITY: GRANITE QUARRY / NODE 03 PERIMETER.][SECONDARY TELEMETRY DETECTED: DEEP-CRUST SOMATIC PING.][ALERT: UNEXPECTED BIOLOGICAL SIGNATURES DETECTED WITHIN SUBTERRANEAN SECTOR.]I paused on the lip of a rocky ridge, signaling for the squad to hold.Tristan dropped to one knee beside me, unslinging his lightweight submachine gun, hi
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Chapter: NODE 3The lower holding cells beneath Node 01 were cold, damp, and smelled faintly of old iron and wet granite. Water dripped from the ceiling with a slow, rhythmic plink... plink... plink, echoing down the dark stone corridor.I descended the winding stairs, my heavy boots clicking against the steps with measured, Sovereign authority. I had refreshed after my time with Ronan, but the lingering warmth of his touch still anchored me, giving me a quiet, absolute confidence as I approached the iron-reinforced door at the end of the hall.Dutch was already waiting outside, leaning against the damp wall with his arms crossed over his leather coat, a unlit cigar tucked into the corner of his mouth. Ronan walked half a pace behind me, his massive frame filling the narrow corridor, a dark, dangerous calm settled over his broad features."How's our guest holding up?" I asked softly, stopping outside the viewport."Commander Voss is trying to keep his military discipline," Dutch replied smoothly, a l
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Chapter: PERFECT FRICTIONRonan found me in the armory after he got himself cleaned up. He was at my side kissing me before I had the chance to ask him if everything was okay. The kiss deepened, swallowing the last of the battle’s residual roar. Ronan’s mouth claimed mine with the same unrelenting force he used to tear steel doors from their hinges—hungry, absolute, and without hesitation. His thick fingers tightened in my hair, angling my head so he could take more, tongue stroking against mine in a rhythm that sent heat pooling low and fast between my thighs.I arched into him, boots braced against the workbench edge, hands sliding from his shoulders down the hard planes of his chest. Sweat and residual blood still streaked his skin; the dark hair across his pectorals was damp, and when my palms dragged over it the friction pulled a low, guttural sound from deep in his throat. That sound vibrated straight through me.He broke the kiss only long enough to drag his mouth along my jaw, then lower, teeth scrapi
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Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother
Six years ago, Melody Brooks caught her fiancé cheating three weeks before their wedding. The betrayal was bad enough, but learning that her brother and parents already knew and expected her to marry Paul Belcourt anyway was worse.
So Melody walked away from all of them.
Now she is back.
She is no longer the insecure woman who believed being chosen by Paul was the best she could hope for. Melody is confident, successful, and the owner of a thriving theater. When the Belcourts show up on opening night of the play she wrote from the wreckage they left behind, Melody finally gets to watch Paul realize exactly what he threw away.
And judging by the way he is looking at her, he wants her back.
Melody has no intention of giving him a second chance. But making him wish she had never left?
That could be fun.
Then she runs into Paul's older brother.
Dark, powerful, and infuriatingly controlled, August Belcourt is everything Paul is not. He is determined to stop Melody before her play damages the family name, and Melody should hate him for it.
Instead, she cannot stop wondering how Paul would react if his perfect older brother wanted the woman he once discarded.
It starts as revenge: a little flirting, a little jealousy, and one spectacularly bad idea. But the closer Melody gets to August, the harder it becomes to remember which Belcourt she is supposed to be playing.
Because falling for her ex's brother was never part of the revenge plan.
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Chapter: Not Your Best WorkPaul showed up at my office at ten-thirty the next morning.Without knocking. Again.This time, however, he didn't look remotely smug. Progress.“You told August,” he barked the moment the door swung open.I looked up calmly from the production contract I was reviewing. “Good morning to you, too, Paul.”“About Sunday night.”I set my fountain pen down flat on the blotter. “You mean the sex we didn’t have?”Paul winced physically. Good.He kicked the door shut behind him and stepped inside. “I shouldn't have said that to him.”“No shit.”“I panicked.”I stared at him, incredulous. “You panicked, so your brilliant solution was to tell your older brother you fucked me?”“That sounds a lot worse when you say it out loud like that.”“It sounds exactly as bad as it actually is.”Paul dragged a hand through his tailored blond hair, visibly agitated, and began pacing the rug in front of my desk. “I saw those photographs from yesterday morning.”“And?”“And you were praktisch hanging off Augus
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Chapter: Communications CrisisThe invitation arrived at nine-thirteen Tuesday morning.Not from August directly, of course. That would have been far too normal, far too personal. Instead, his executive assistant called my desk line.“Mr. Belcourt would like to see you at eleven o'clock,” she announced, her tone entirely clipped and professional.I leaned back in my leather chair, twirling a pen between my fingers. “Would he, now?”“Yes.”“Did Mr. Belcourt happen to ask whether I would like to see him at eleven o'clock?”A brief, icy silence stretched over the phone line. “Eleven o’clock, Miss Brooks.”Apparently not.At ten fifty-eight, I walked into the soaring glass lobby of Belcourt International.The building was obnoxiously, unapologetically impressive. Floor-to-ceiling glass, imported white marble, and thirty-foot ceilings—the precise kind of architecture designed to make anyone entering immediately aware that the people occupying the top floors possessed vastly more wealth and authority than they did.A poi
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Chapter: A Bad LiePaul’s text sat on my glowing screen for exactly thirty seconds before I bothered to answer.Paul: What the fuck are you doing with my brother?Me: Walking.Three typing dots appeared immediately, bouncing frantically.Paul: Don’t play games with me, Melody.Me: We left the theater at the exact same time.Paul: With your hand wrapped around his arm?A slow, satisfied smile curved my lips.Me: He has a very sturdy arm.My phone immediately began to ring. Of course it did.I sat back in my leather executive chair and let it ring twice before casually answering. "Hello, Paul.""What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his voice tight with controlled fury."We just covered this. Walking.""With August.""Yes. He happened to be there.""Why was he there?""You’d have to ask him.""I’m asking you."I leaned deeper into my chair, tapping a pen against the desk. "And I’m wondering why you suddenly care so much."Silence stretched over the line. Interesting."Stay away from him, Melody," he
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Chapter: The Wrong BelcourtBy Tuesday morning, Paul Belcourt had apparently decided subtlety was a virtue strictly for cowards.I knew this because his quote had already been reposted by three high-society accounts, two national entertainment blogs, and a local morning show before I even finished my first cup of coffee.SOME LOVE STORIES DESERVE A SECOND ACT.I stared at the bold headline glowing on my laptop screen.“Second act,” I muttered to the empty room. “I’m going to second-act him straight into oncoming traffic.”Marcus, standing in my doorway with a fresh stack of invoices, nodded thoughtfully. “Strong imagery. Maybe just don't say that to a reporter.”“I wasn’t planning to.”“You had that look.”“What look?”“The look where I immediately start checking whether our legal retainer is up to date.”I snapped the laptop screen shut. “I should release an official statement.”Marcus immediately shook his head. “No.”“Why not?”“Because then tomorrow's headline becomes 'Melody Brooks Denies Paul Belcourt Roma
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Chapter: A Second ActI spent Sunday night thinking about August Belcourt for approximately seven minutes.Unfortunately, they were the exact same seven minutes repeated on a loop for several hours.Nothing had happened. That was the most irritating part of the entire situation. He hadn't touched me. He hadn't kissed me. He hadn't even said a single word that could be construed as remotely suggestive.We had simply stood far too close together in a dimly lit drawing room.That was it. Two adults had occupied the exact same six inches of personal space for several seconds, and apparently my traitorous brain had decided this required extensive, overnight structural analysis.By Monday morning, I was done thinking about him. Completely.Mostly.I was answering emails at my desk when Marcus strolled into my office carrying two oversized paper cups."I come bearing essential caffeine and genuinely excellent news," he announced."I knew I kept you around for a reason."He placed one cup in front of me. "Next Fri
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Chapter: Prove ItFor three full seconds, nobody at the table moved. The dining room fell completely, suffocatingly quiet.Slowly, deliberately, I set my fork down against the fine china with a sharp clink.“Trying again?”Paul gave me a swift, warning look from beside me. “Melody.”“No, I’m genuinely curious.” I turned in my seat to face him directly. “When exactly did the two of us decide that?”Evelyn’s refined smile faltered, her wine glass hovering midway to her lips. “Paul mentioned the two of you were talking again.”“We are talking.”“And that you were seeing where things went,” Paul added smoothly, trying to manage the narrative.“I had dinner with you,” I corrected.“And you came here today.”“Yes. Apparently sharing a meal with you carries a significantly more binding contract than I realized.”“Melody,” Paul muttered under his breath, his voice laced with warning.Across the mahogany table, August remained entirely silent. He was no longer eating. His dark eyes were fixed squarely on his br
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Chapter: RejectionThe celebratory champagne flowed in the forty-second-floor executive lounge, but Sloane barely touched the crystal flute in her hand.While board members and senior partners toasted to the historic fifteen-billion-dollar Hudson Yards acquisition, Sloane slipped out into the private express elevator alongside Brett. The silence inside the glass cab was heavy, thick with the lingering adrenaline of their boardroom victory and the unspoken, simmering energy that had been building between them all afternoon.By six o'clock, the private elevator deposited them directly back into the quiet, soaring expanse of the Thorne Tower penthouse.The evening sky over Manhattan had turned a deep, bruised violet, the twinkling grid of Midtown reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The penthouse was dimly lit, the city lights casting long, dramatic shadows across the dark marble and polished steel.Sloane set her designer leather portfolio on the marble kitchen island, kicking off her sky-hi
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Chapter: Boardroom TrapThe forty-second floor of Thorne Global Headquarters was designed to intimidate.Floor-to-ceiling glass overlooked the silver expanse of the Hudson River, framing the rising steel monoliths of the Hudson Yards corridor. Inside the soundproof executive boardroom, twenty-four high-powered corporate attorneys, city municipal clerks, and senior board members sat around a massive thirty-foot table crafted from dark, polished walnut.At the head of the table sat Brett Thorne.His presence commanded the entire room—broad-shouldered, ruthless, and composed. Beside him sat Sloane Lewis. Draped in her tailored midnight-black blazer, her dark hair swept back in an elegant, razor-sharp style, she looked every bit the formidable luxury real-estate titan. Her sleek personal phone rested face-down on the polished wood beside her leather folio."We have municipal sign-off on the zoning variances for Blocks Three and Four," announced Richard Vance, the senior managing partner of Vance & Sterling, sett
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Chapter: Edge of ControlThe master dressing suite of the Thorne Tower penthouse was a sanctuary of smoked glass, polished walnut, and harsh, brilliant light.Sloane stood in front of the full-length mirror, sliding a sleek, midnight-black designer blazer over her shoulders. The tailored fabric clung to her frame like armor, the sharp lines restoring the formidable silhouette of Manhattan’s top real estate broker. But beneath the pristine silk lining, her chest felt hollow, her ribs tight against the suffocating weight of the day.Her personal phone lay face-up on the marble vanity beside a velvet jewelry tray.On the clean, unencrypted screen, a single cached photo remained open: a candid shot from three weeks ago inside the Washington Heights studio. Julian was leaning against his workbench, half-smiling at the camera with his dark hair tousled, holding two steaming mugs of coffee.Sloane stared down at the glass, her thumb hovering over the warm image. A sharp, physical ache bloomed in her throat. She had
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Chapter: Penthouse and PerimeterThe elevator doors opened directly into the private foyer of the Thorne Tower penthouse, high above the glowing grid of Midtown.The space was a cathedral of glass, dark steel, and polished marble. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the main living room, offering a breathless, dizzying panorama of the Manhattan skyline. Outside, the morning mist was clearing, revealing the sharp, distant silhouette of the Hudson Yards towers standing like monoliths against the grey sky.Two suit-clad security guards carried Sloane’s two worn suitcases inside, setting them quietly beside the leather sofa before retreating back toward the elevator foyer.Sloane stood in the center of the vast, open room, her silk robe replaced by a sleek, tailored navy suit she had pulled from her bag. She felt small inside the towering glass structure, like a bird returned to an opulent, gold-plated cage.Brett tossed his suit jacket onto a chair, unbuttoning his top collar and rolling up his cuffs as he walked ov
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Chapter: New Directive LoadingThe crimson text on Sloane’s phone seemed to bleed into the dim morning light, a quiet death sentence disguised as software.[ LUS SYSTEM CORE - RE-ENGAGEMENT CONFIRMED ]System Note: Welcome back, Sloane. We knew you couldn't stay away.A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the tiny studio. The mechanical chime from the app died down, leaving only the sound of the rain outside and the rapid, shallow breaths escaping Sloane’s chest.Brett stared down at her screen, his slate-grey eyes tracking the interface with a mix of dark fascination and cold satisfaction. He pulled out his satellite phone, watching as the flashing red warnings on his trading desk interface cleared one by one."The short attacks on my clearinghouse just stopped," Brett said, his baritone low and flat. "Liquidity is stabilizing. The algorithm held up its end of the bargain.""Because it got what it wanted," Julian spat, stepping past Sloane with a raw, terrifying fury burning in his hazel eyes. He stepped directly
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Chapter: The Shadow ReturnsThe knock came at 6:45 AM.It wasn't a tentative, polite rap. It was three heavy, authoritative thuds that vibrated straight through the thin wooden frame of Julian’s door, rattling the deadbolt.Julian was instantly out of bed, pulling on a grey t-shirt, his hand reaching reflexively for a heavy metal screwdriver on his workbench. Sloane threw on her silk robe, her heart hammering against her ribs as she stepped out of the tiny bathroom, her hair damp from a quick morning shower."Who is it?" Julian called out, his voice low, raspy, and dangerously sharp."Open the door, Biles," a deep, unmistakable baritone echoed through the thin hallway. "Or I'll have my security detail remove it from the hinges."Sloane froze. The air left her lungs in a sharp gasp.Brett.Julian looked back at Sloane, his hazel eyes wide with shock and immediate defensive rage. "How the hell did he find this address?""He’s Brett Thorne," Sloane whispered, her face going pale as she tied the belt of her robe tig
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MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE
Ninety days. One summer contract. Plenty of time to make some questionable decisions.
Tessa came to town for one thing: the role of a lifetime. Landing the lead is everything she's worked for, and if she can survive ninety days of rehearsals, performances, and backstage drama, it could change her future.
Then she meets Danny.
Tall, dark-haired, ridiculously attractive, and her leading man. A summer showmance with him wouldn't be the worst way to spend three months.
There's just one problem: Danny barely seems to notice her. And the returning cast's inner circle has made it painfully clear that the new girl who walked in and landed the lead isn't welcome.
Enter Jay.
Blond, annoyingly fit, and absolutely not her type, the local dancer invites her paddleboarding after rehearsal. One chaotic afternoon turns into late nights, river bars, bad decisions, and Tessa constantly asking the same question: What are we doing tomorrow?
With Jay, summer is easy.
Backstage, it's anything but.
Claire, Tessa's understudy, seems determined to prove Tessa never deserved the role in the first place. The whispers are getting harder to ignore. And just when Danny finally starts giving Tessa everything she thought she wanted, she discovers her leading man might not be on her side after all.
Then there's the one rule Tessa absolutely cannot afford to break.
No relationships between cast members.
Getting caught could cost her the lead and the dream she came here for.
Danny is supposed to be the guy she wants. Jay is supposed to be her safe haven. But somewhere between rehearsals, secrets, stolen nights, and a cast waiting for her to screw up, Tessa starts falling for the one person she never planned on wanting.
The contract ends in ninety days.
Getting caught could end her dream a lot sooner.
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Chapter: I'll Handle ItApparently almost getting caught hadn't taught us anything.That became clear the next afternoon when Danny walked past me backstage and dragged one finger across my palm without looking back.I smiled anyway.Yesterday, we'd nearly gotten caught kissing ten feet from where I was currently standing. We'd agreed to be more careful, but apparently Danny's definition of careful was don't kiss Tessa while someone is actively looking at you. Mine wasn't much better.By the time rehearsal ended, I was exhausted. People disappeared quickly once we were released, but I stayed behind. Again. That should've been my first clue that I had learned absolutely nothing.I was shoving my script into my bag when Danny appeared. “Dinner?”I looked up. “Tonight?”“No. Three weeks from Thursday.”“Smartass.”“You asked.” He leaned against the wall. “Where? My place.”“That isn't dinner.”“There'll be food. I'll order something.”“Still doesn't count.”“You're difficult.”“I have standards,” I said. “I've
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Chapter: Getting CarelessI was standing onstage pretending to listen to notes while Danny stood six feet away pretending he hadn't spent most of last night kissing me.Apparently, forbidden relationships got easier with practice.“Tessa?”I blinked. Our director was looking at me.“Sorry.”A few people laughed.“Want to join us?”“I'd love to.”“Wonderful. From the top of the scene.”I moved back to my mark. Danny was already waiting, looking completely normal, professional, and annoyingly focused.The music started, and I crossed toward him on cue. The scene had been awkward the first few times we'd rehearsed it—there were too many technical marks to hit, lines to deliver, and exact spots where Danny needed to touch me.Today it felt easy.Danny caught my hand, and I looked up at him. For one second, I forgot there were twenty people watching us.Then he said his line. I remembered mine, and we moved through the rest of the scene without stopping.“Good,” the director called when we finished. “Much better. W
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Chapter: Olive OilDanny opened the door before I had a chance to knock twice.“You took your time.”I stepped past him. “I was busy.”“With Jay?”I looked over my shoulder. “Mini golf.”Danny shut the door. “Of course.”“And a movie.”“At his place?”“Mine.”Something flickered across his face. Interesting.I turned to face him. “Are you jealous?”“No.”“That was very fast.”“Because the answer was easy.”“Sure.”Danny rolled his eyes and headed toward the kitchen. I followed him.“He's my friend.”“I know.”“And I told him we're friends.”“I know that too.”“Good.”Danny opened the refrigerator. “Drink?”“Absolutely.”That was apparently the end of it. Good. I didn't particularly want to spend the evening explaining Jay. Jay was easy; there was nothing to explain.Danny handed me a drink and nodded toward the balcony. “Come on.”I followed. His stupid, superior apartment even had a nice view. Of course it did.I settled into one of the chairs and stretched my legs out in front of me. “I still hate you
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Chapter: No Details“You cheated,” he accused. “I won.” “You moved the ball.” “With my club.” “With your foot.”I stared at Jay across the miniature golf course.“That is a serious accusation.” “I watched you do it.” “Do you have witnesses?”Jay looked around. A family with two little kids was arguing over a blue golf ball, and an older couple was three holes ahead of us. Nobody was paying attention.He looked back at me. “You're unbelievable.”“You're losing.” “Because you're cheating.”I leaned on my putter. “Sounds like something a loser would say.”Jay shook his head and walked toward his ball.We'd left rehearsal less than an hour ago, and apparently tomorrow had turned into miniature golf. Jay claimed he'd chosen it because I'd said grocery shopping wasn't an activity and he wanted to make sure today's plans met my standards. I suspected he'd chosen it because he thought he could beat me.He was wrong—mostly because I was cheating.Jay lined up his shot. “Are you going to stand there?”“Yes.” “Can
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Chapter: Worth ItI woke up because my entire body had filed a formal complaint.For several seconds, I didn't move. I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling and tried to figure out why my bed felt different.Then I moved one leg.Oh.I moved the other.Oh.Memories of last night returned with impressive efficiency: Danny's bedroom, Danny's hands, Danny's mouth, and Danny making it very clear that when he'd said he wasn't done with me yet, he'd meant it.I smiled at the ceiling. Worth it.I turned my head. Danny was asleep beside me, facedown, one arm shoved beneath his pillow. His dark hair was a mess. For once, he looked less polished. Less like Danny the Professional Actor Who Negotiated His Housing and more like a normal guy who'd stayed awake far too late.A very attractive normal guy.I reached for my phone on the nightstand.6:18."Shit." I sat up too quickly, and my body immediately objected. "Jesus."Danny stirred. "What?""Nothing."He opened one eye while I was already searching the floor for my un
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Chapter: Say It LouderI stepped into the bedroom first. Danny closed the door behind us with a quiet click, and the second the latch caught he was on me again.No more checking. No more questions. His mouth crushed against mine, harder than before, one hand already fisting in my hair to tip my head back so he could take what he wanted. The other hand went straight under the hem of my top, palm flat and hot against my stomach, fingers spreading like he was claiming the skin.“Been thinking about this since last night,” he muttered against my mouth. “You stopping me.” His teeth scraped my lower lip. “Not happening again.”I made a sound that wasn’t quite a word. He took it as agreement and walked me backward until the backs of my thighs hit the edge of his bed. One shove and I sat. Danny didn’t follow me down. He stood between my knees and pulled his shirt over his head in one motion, tossing it somewhere behind him.Jesus. I’d seen him without a shirt in fittings, but not like this, not with his chest risin
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