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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventy seven
~Reid~I stood there long after she was gone.The room felt too big. The silence too loud.Her voice still echoed in my head — that last line like a bullet through bone.“I’ve spent this entire year trying not to love you again. But I do. I always have. And if you can’t give me even a fraction of that back—then what the hell are we even doing?”I could still see the look in her eyes.Wrecked. Tired. Raw.And for once, it wasn’t anger behind her words — it was heartbreak. Disappointment. That quiet, shattering kind that comes when someone you trusted chooses fear instead of you.And I had.I had chosen fear.Every time I held back. Every time I kissed her but said nothing. Every time I gave her a piece of me just to pull the rest away.I told myself I was protecting her. Protecting us.But really?I was just trying to protect myself from what loving her meant.Because loving Fallon had never been soft.It was wildfire. Earthquake. Tidal shift.And I knew — the second I let it all in, I
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventy six
~Fallon~The door slammed behind him.Hard.Like he wanted to shut something out.Or maybe, shut me out.I didn’t flinch.I was past flinching.Too tired.Too angry.Too full of words that had been building like pressure behind my ribs for weeks.Reid stood just inside the foyer, his coat still on, the weight of tension clinging to him like a second skin. His jaw was sharp, his hands still clenched at his sides. He looked like a man ready to fight — but not the kind of fight that ends in understanding.The kind that ends in damage.He looked up.Our eyes locked.And then it snapped - my patience. “You’re late,” I said. Flat. Unbothered. Lethal.He blinked once. His mouth curved into something that wasn’t a smile. “I wasn’t aware I needed a hall pass to come home.”I laughed, dry and mean. “Home. You remember what that is?”He stepped out of his shoes and tossed his keys onto the table with more force than necessary. The sound echoed off the walls. “Don’t start.”“Too late,” I said. “
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventy five
~Fallon~It was close to three in the morning when I heard him.The soft creak of the bedroom door.The muted scrape of his shoes being kicked off.The metallic clink of his watch as he set it on the nightstand.I kept my eyes closed, willing my body to stay still, my breathing even.Listening.Waiting.Wishing the ache in my chest didn’t feel so raw.The bed dipped under his weight a moment later. The sheets shifted. His scent — warm skin, expensive soap, a hint of stress and exhaustion — wrapped around me almost immediately.Part of me wanted to turn into him, to pretend nothing had changed.To pretend we hadn’t already crossed a line we couldn’t uncross.But the part that hurt—the part that was scared—kept me still.Kept me silent.Until I couldn’t anymore.“What’s going on, Reid?”My voice was barely a whisper in the dark.But it still shattered the fragile quiet between us.He didn’t answer right away.I felt him shift closer behind me, one hand hesitating before resting lightly
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventy four
~Fallon~I stayed curled on the couch long after Reid disappeared upstairs, the faint hum of the television flickering across the room, forgotten.The storm outside had moved on, but inside me, something was still brewing.Restless.Heavy.Unseen but impossible to ignore.The tea had gone cold between my hands. I didn’t even notice until my fingers numbed against the porcelain.I set it down on the coffee table carefully — like one wrong move would shatter everything around me.Because that’s what it felt like.Like I was sitting inside a glass house, already spiderwebbed with cracks.One wrong breath.One wrong look.And the whole thing would come down around us.⸻I stood slowly, unsure where I was going until my feet started moving.Through the kitchen, past the formal dining room we almost never used.Everywhere I looked, there were pieces of us.A jacket thrown over the back of a chair.A pair of my sunglasses abandoned on the console table.A half-burned candle from a dinner we
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventy three
~Reid~The morning started with a meeting that should’ve been simple.But nothing about my life was simple anymore.I sat at the head of the conference table — the same table where I’d closed billion-dollar deals, dismantled competitors, expanded empires.The same table where I’d always been the calmest man in the room.Not today.Today, even breathing felt calculated.Measured.Because every word that came out of my team’s mouths pointed to the same grim conclusion:Daniel Prescott was coming for us.Not openly — he wasn’t stupid.Not with his name attached to any paper trail.But the signs were there.Too many quiet moves.Too many frayed partnerships.Too many leaks that reeked of insider knowledge — things only someone with access to our most delicate mergers would know how to use against me.And sitting in the center of it all was Fallon.Unaware.Caught in the middle of a war her last name had reignited.“These whispers about instability,” Miles said, sliding another report acro
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventy two
~Fallon~The kitchen was quiet except for the soft hum of the coffee maker and the muted murmur of the morning news playing low from the built-in speakers.I stood barefoot on the cool marble floor, wrapped in Reid’s shirt, sleeves swallowing my hands, the hem grazing the tops of my thighs.I should’ve felt ridiculous.Instead, I felt… right.I moved on instinct, pulling plates from the cabinets, buttering toast, scrambling eggs with one hand while sipping coffee with the other.Nothing fancy.Just breakfast.But it felt dangerously close to something bigger.The kind of thing you didn’t get to have in a marriage like ours.The kind of thing that made you forget this was supposed to be temporary.I heard him before I saw him — the soft pad of bare feet, the low scrape of his hand through his hair.He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing only a pair of dark sweats, looking at me like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or drag me back to bed.“You trying to replace the
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