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Chapter Forty-One
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Billie SummerI'm trying to write more pre day, but I will not post crap. This chapter was 1571 words. for a lot of authors that's two chapters. Please stay with me sometimes day' flow and sometimes they don't. I had to do research for last two chapters. I don't know how corporate boardrooms are run.
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CEO Wants His Wife Back In His Bed Chapter Forty-Two
“Power is not given. It is taken.” House of Cards.April sat in her office, staring blankly at the city skyline. The glass windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the empire her father had built, the empire that was now hers. But instead of feeling victorious, she felt… exhausted.The boardroom battle had ended, and she had won. But wars weren’t won in a day. David had been humiliated, but he wasn’t gone. The board members who had stood with him still had seats at the table for now. And Noah…She exhaled sharply. Noah.Her hands curled into fists in her lap. He had blindsided her with his revelation, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She had spent the last four years believing one version of events, one truth: that he had taken her father’s money and treated her like she was insignificant because he had never wanted her just the money.Now, he had thrown that into question.Had her father truly forced him? Had Noah really been trapped, just a
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April took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car, grateful she had swapped her heels for flats. The neon sign of The Patch cast a warm glow over the bustling sidewalk, its deep red letters standing out against the night.Who the hell called their pub The Patch? April almost felt like she should have an eye patch just to gain entry. Trent had insisted it was the trendy place to be. But honestly, all she wanted was a good meal, maybe a drink or two, and then a taxi home so she could crawl into bed and sleep. Today had been… exhausting.Poppy looped her arm through April’s. “You sure you want to be out in public for this? The media are still circling like sharks.”“Let them circle,” April said, straightening her shoulders. “I’m not hiding.” Besides, she doubted they’d be here.Sophie smiled, nudging Trent. “See? That’s the energy we love.”Trent snorted. “Please, she’s been running off adrenaline and rage for the last twenty-four hours.” He turned to April. “When this all calms down
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“You want to date my friend? Great. But know this… if you hurt her, I will become your worst nightmare.” by UnknownApril slid out of the booth, grabbing her clutch as she stood. “I need the bathroom.” They had been here for over thirty minutes and Noah had just sat there, watching her and her friends.Sophie stood up immediately. “I’ll come too.”April didn’t argue. She needed a moment away, and anyone understood the importance of a good bathroom escape. As they weaved through the crowded tables and headed down the narrow hallway past the bar, April could still feel Noah’s eyes on her back. It made her skin itch and her blood heat. No matter how much she said she didn’t want him in her life, she knew she was lying to herself. She had strong feelings for Noah, but not all of them were good.Once they were out of sight of their table, Sophie gave her a sideways glance. “You okay?”April hesitated before answering. “Honestly? No. But I will be.” She paused, pushing the bathroom door open
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“Love is war. You have to be willing to fight for it… or surrender completely.” By Unknown.April’s eyes narrowed, her body tense beneath the sheet she had wrapped tightly around herself. “What condition?”His jaw flexed, like he was bracing for her reaction. “Give our marriage a three-month trial.”April blinked, sure she’d misheard him. “Excuse me?” He couldn’t be serious.“You heard me.” He sat up fully, the sheet falling to his waist, revealing far too much golden skin and muscle for April’s brain to compute properly. “Three months. We live as husband and wife. No lawyers, no threats, no running. We talk and work on our marriage.”April stared at him, stunned into silence. Then she laughed a sharp, bitter, and humorless laugh. “You’re insane.”“Maybe.” He didn’t flinch. “But I’m serious. Three months. If at the end of it you still want out, I’ll sign the papers. No argument. I’ll make it quick and painless.”She gaped at him. “You’re blackmailing me into staying married to you?
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“Sometimes the biggest step toward a future is simply choosing where to begin.” By Unknown.The smell of fresh coffee drifting in from the next room stirred April. She sat up fast… shit, what time was it? She needed to get to the office. Throwing off the covers, she was halfway to the door where the coffee smell was coming from, before remembering she still needed a shower.Yes, he had used a condom this morning... but last night? Not so much. Bareback sex was pretty messy. Hot, but still messy.She grabbed her phone on the way to the bathroom. 7:27 a.m. Thank God.She moved fast, taking the quickest shower known to mankind, still managing to wash her hair. There was a hairbrush and a new toothbrush sitting on the vanity. Of course there was. Noah had thought of everything.She wasn’t about to throw on yesterday’s clothes just yet, though. Instead, she slipped into Noah’s robe. It drowned her and washed her underwear out in the sink. She’d wear her dress home, but the wet underwear? Ab
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“Some people can’t take a hint. Others turn the hint into a weapon.” By Unknown.Noah stepped into the lobby of Crawford HQ and immediately regretted not taking the service entrance.There she was… Kayla.Fuck.Perched behind the front desk like she owned the damn building, she flashed him that same too-sweet smile she always wore when she thought he might finally cave.Her blouse was tighter today, her hair styled just a little more than usual. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was trying again. Maybe he could get HR to fire her for sexual harassment.“Noah,” she said brightly, as if they hadn’t already had this conversation before.“Morning.” He didn’t break stride, heading straight for the elevator bay.“I didn’t see you come in yesterday,” she called after him, standing now, like she might follow.Wow, no kidding. He wasn’t always in the office, sometimes he worked remotely. “That’s because I wasn’t here,” he replied, pressing the elevator button. He didn’t turn around.The
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“One of the biggest lies ever told is that blood makes you family. Blood makes you related. Loyalty, love, and trust make you family.” By Unknown.When Neil had first said someone was waiting in her office, April had half-assumed it was Noah. A last-minute booty call, maybe. The man had a habit of showing up without notice and lighting her world on fire, only to leave her hot and bothered after like this morning.But it wasn’t Noah. It was her mother.She stared at Neil, unmoving. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to claw its way out of her chest. “I’m sorry… what?” She needed him to repeat it, just in case the universe was pulling a sick joke.Neil didn’t flinch. “She’s waiting in your office.”April blinked. “You’re sure? My mother?”“She said her name’s Gail Harrington.” His expression was concerned, maybe even a little sympathetic, though there was something close to apology in the way he said it. “I can have her removed, if you’d prefer.”“No,” April muttered. “
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“Sometimes, the only person you can trust with your demons is the one who’s danced with them before.” By Unknown.April didn’t move for a long time after the door closed behind Gail.She just sat there, staring at the city skyline like it might offer answers she didn’t have. The weight on her chest was different now. Less grief, more fury.She wanted to scream. Or cry. Or throw something.Instead, she reached for her mobile phone.There were maybe five people in her life who she trusted without question. None of them had the resources or connections she needed right now. And the one person who did?She hated that it was him.Still, her fingers moved before her brain could stop them. The line rang twice.“Look who finally remembered my number,” Noah’s voice came through, low and amused.April immediately rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. This isn’t a booty call.” Remembering his hands on her this morning outside her place.“Shame. I was hoping you were calling for another... per
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