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Evelyn sat in her office, the proposal from Blackwood Enterprises spread out on her desk. Vinni stood beside her, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the document with a critical gaze. The two women had been poring over the details for hours, dissecting every clause and condition. While the investment offer was substantial, there were several terms that didn’t sit well with them—terms that felt overly controlling or invasive, as if Hunter were trying to insert himself into every aspect of StarLink’s operations.“This is ridiculous,” Vinni said, tapping a finger on one of the clauses. “He wants a seat on the board? And veto power over major decisions? Who does he think he is?”Evelyn sighed, leaning back in her chair. “He’s trying to assert control, Vinni. That’s what Hunter does. He doesn’t just invest—he takes over.”Vinni snorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, because that worked out so well for him last time. Didn’t he learn his lesson after what happened with your fath
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Evelyn and Vinni stepped into the sleek, modern lobby of Blackwood Enterprises, the towering glass building a stark reminder of Hunter’s wealth and influence. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected off the polished marble floors, casting a cold, sterile glow. Evelyn’s heels clicked sharply against the surface, each step echoing her growing unease. Vinni, walking beside her, adjusted the strap of her leather bag, her dark eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee, but it did little to ease the tension building in Evelyn’s chest.The receptionist, a polished young woman with a practiced smile, greeted them politely. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped lightly on the keyboard as she looked up, her expression as smooth and unreadable as the glass walls surrounding them.“Good morning. How may I assist you?” she asked, her tone professional but devoid of warmt
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Evelyn forced a polite nod, her tone cool and professional, though her pulse quickened at the sound of his voice. “Hunter. Let’s get straight to the point, shall we? We’ve reviewed your proposal, and there are a few terms we’d like to discuss.”Hunter leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening as he studied her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. “Of course. But before we get into that, I have to say—I’m impressed. CEO of StarLink. You’ve come a long way since the last time we saw each other.”Evelyn’s jaw tightened, but she refused to rise to his bait. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way his eyes lingered on her face, her clothes, her posture. It was as if he were trying to dissect her, to find the cracks in her armor. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.“Thank you,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. “Now, about the proposal—”Hunter cut her off, his tone casual but with an edge of challenge. “Why the rush, Evelyn? We
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Evelyn barely slept.Every time she drifted off, she’d wake to the weight of memories pressing down on her. The familiar scent of Hunter’s cologne mixed with the warm cedarwood of his skin made her chest feel tight.She hated that even now—after everything—his presence still had an effect on her.When the soft glow of dawn filtered through the lace curtains, Evelyn decided she had had enough. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Hunter. He lay on his back, one arm flung across the pillow, his bare chest rising and falling steadily.For a moment, she just looked at him.It wasn’t fair. That he could sleep so soundly while she was drowning in emotions she didn’t want to feel.Shaking off the thought, she grabbed a robe and tiptoed out of the room.The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet. Evelyn found Grandma Blackwood at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes.“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said, smili
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Evelyn lay stiffly on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The dim glow of the moon cast soft shadows across the room, but it did nothing to ease the restlessness buzzing under her skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite name. Something that made her chest ache and her throat tighten.She could still hear Hunter moving around in the bedroom, could picture him sprawled across the bed like he belonged there, like he owned the space—like he owned her. The thought made her jaw clench. *No. He doesn’t get to affect me anymore.* But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Because no matter how much she wanted to deny it, the past still lingered between them, thick and suffocating. It was in the way he looked at her, the way his voice carried that familiar teasing edge, the way his presence seemed to fill every room he entered. It was in the memories she couldn’t escape, no matter how hard she tried.She turned onto her side, pressing the pillow
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Her eyes were glacial, icy pools reflecting none of the warmth they had once held for him, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had once burned so brightly between them.“You really need to stop doing this, Hunter,” she said sharply, her voice clipped and devoid of any emotion.“Doing what, Evelyn?” His gaze searched hers, a desperate plea for understanding in his eyes.“Invading my personal space, walking into my life whenever you please, disrupting my workday, acting as if you still have the right to ask for things from me,” she said, her voice rising slightly with each word, the carefully suppressed anger threatening to erupt.Hunter’s jaw tensed, the muscles along his temples flexing. “I didn’t come here to start another fight, Evelyn. I came to apologize. Again.”“And I’ve already told you, repeatedly, that I don’t want your hollow apologies,” she snapped, taking a step closer, her eyes blazing with a contained fury. “You don’t get to treat me like garbage for years, believ
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The lingering ghost of Evelyn’s perfume, a delicate whisper of lavender and something uniquely her own, still clung to the air around the vacated lunch table.Hunter, however, was no longer present, the imposing figure who commanded boardrooms and bent industries to his will now absent, leaving behind only the faint indentation on the plush velvet seating. He had watched her departure, a study in elegant defiance – head held high, her stride sharp and purposeful, each click of her heels against the polished floor a decisive punctuation mark on their severed connection. It was as if the years they had shared, the intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives, had been relegated to the realm of a forgotten nightmare, one from which she had finally awakened and was determined to erase from her memory entirely.A dull ache, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning within him, constricted Hunter’s chest.For once, Hunter Blackwood, the man renowned for his glacial compos
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