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I pushed Dorian away from me, disgusted. He smirked.
“Don’t do that,” I hissed at him. Then I turned to the bank manager. &ldq
Melody‘s PerspectiveI pushed Dorian away from me, disgusted. He smirked.“Don’t do that,” I hissed at him. Then I turned to the bank manager. “Use my card, please.”The manager handed Dorian back his card.“I was just trying to be nice,” he said, his voice flat. “But if you won’t accept the resort, then perhaps you’ll accept a dinner invitation?”
Melody‘s Perspective“How dare you?” Vivienne glared at me. “Do you have any idea who I am?”Of course I knew who she was. That’s what made the whole thing so funny. Vivienne, on the other hand, had no idea who I was. Cody stood behind me, a steady, protective presence.Just then, an ostentatious sports car pulled up to the curb. We could all see it through the floor to ceiling windows. The owner parked half on the curb, half on the street.
Melody‘s Perspective“Fine,” I said. “85 million.”The room fell silent.Vivienne narrowed her eyes. I could see her mind turning.I wasn’t about to let her have this resort. She could find some other property to house her stray animals. This property was rare and perfect.The clock was ticking agains
Melody‘s PerspectiveCody and I pulled up to the real estate company. My heart was beating fast in my chest. Julian’s news sat heavily on me. But I wasn’t giving up hope.I could do this.All I had to do was find a suitable piece of land, and then safely transfer over all the company’s mainframes. It was a matter of checking off items on a list.And the first item was land.
Melody‘s PerspectiveThe next morning I arrived at the office and handed Cody over to the HR department.“They’ll get all your paperwork sorted,” I told him. He thanked me for the hundredth time and then I made my way to my office.I hadn’t seen Keal after dinner last night, and he’d left before I got up this morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about our dinner though. The pearls. The pretty restaurant. The extra entrees he’d ordered me.
Melody’s PerspectiveWhen Keal knelt down in front of me, my heart stopped. What was he doing? People at the nearby tables glanced over. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a man about to propose.But then he dabbed the corner of my mouth with his napkin.It was a tender, gentle act, wiping the soup from my mouth.On his knees, I looked down at him. He looked up at me, his eyes blazing.&n
Melody’s POVKeal’s arm was wrapped firmly around my waist. Given the conversation that Isabella and I had just had, I expected there to be tension. Braci
Melody’s POVThe next morning, Keal and I arrived at the courthouse, our necessary documents in hand. We walked up the cement stairs, the morning air cool and crisp. “This shouldn’t take long,” Keal said to me as he opened the doors. The line at the clerk’s window was only four people deep. So we
Adam‘s POVThe tent was empty. Remnants of the party were strewn everywhere. Half-filled champagne flutes. Plates with nibbled food. The chandelier fixed to the top of the tent cast a glittering glow onto the white tent walls, as though it was mocking me.Everything in the tent was mocking me.My f
Melody’s POVOne week later, and the plan was in motion. I was going to move into Keal’s mansion. He was set to pick me up that night at 8’ o’clock sharp.I was just coming home after a long day of work. My meeting with Keal had left me with a flurry of complex emotions. I was proud, but also a lit







