“Of course.” I flipped through the binder until I found the appropriate documents and pulled them out. As I was about to give them to Andrew, though, they slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. “Shoot,” I muttered under my breath. I bent down to pick up the documents, forgetting about t
Noah rubbed the back of his neck and seemed to avoid my gaze for a minute. Finally, he looked at me and spoke up. “It would be a bit challenging to sabotage the wedding without affecting Lily’s company,” he said. “It’s okay,” I replied. “I’ll come up with a solution.” He seemed almost afraid t
Oh my goddess, I thought, please tell me I didn’t just ruin everything. I had read in magazine interviews that Andrew took work very seriously. Did he think I wasn’t being professional enough for engaging in personal matters during work hours? I didn’t want this minor detail to affect his impressi
We set the wedding for three months later. It was the closest time that Andrew had available on his schedule, and some of their more important diplomatic guests would be able to arrange to fly out in that amount of time. As we discussed the catering and the music, I couldn’t help but fantasize a b
I could not believe how much the man’s eyes looked like Andrew’s. I wondered, for a moment, if maybe there were other ways in which he might be like Andrew. Then I shook myself out of that thought and returned the phone to Julia. “No, thank you. I’m fine.” Julia shrugged and took her phone back.
“He’s such an enigmatic old man,” Susan complained. “Why do you see him as old?” I asked, tired of her calling him that. “He’s 42, dear. We’re only 27,” Susan replied matter-of-factly. “His face and physique make him look no older than 25,” I argued. After a moment of silence, Susan said in
“What?” I asked, taking a half-step back from Bob. “I was just thinking about when we separated three months ago, how you held back tears,” Bob said with an unnerving grin. My cheeks flushed as anger flooded me. “What’s your point?” I hissed. Bob stepped closer to me, and I moved back again.
The man threw me in front of him without releasing my arm. I tried to pry his hand off me, but his grip was like iron. I stomped on his foot, but he twisted my arm until I gasped in pain. He tore my neckline, exposing my breasts. He stuffed his hand into the cup of my bra, groping and pinching m