“You’re so difficult,” he murmured. “I don’t remember you ever being this headstrong.”
“I wasn’t.” I stepped from his hold. “But a lot of things can change in seven years. You ought to remember that.”
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It was nine a.m. on a Monday fucking morning, and I was not in bed. There were so many things wrong with that, least of all the fact I was in the building that housed Stone Advertising’s offices, ready to sit by idly as my ‘boyfriend’ picks two new models.
Yep. Casting call number one and I had no coffee. Even if I did have coffee, I’d need something stronger in it because acting like a coolly
