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In Love With The Hot Billionaire. CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT
I made it back to my room on legs that were still not entirely trustworthy.What I had encountered had left something buzzing under my skin that I could not name and did not want to examine too closely, a frequency that had settled into my chest somewhere between *dismissed* and the way his hand had closed around the card. I pressed my palm flat against my sternum for a moment, standing in the middle of my room, and breathed until the buzzing quieted to something manageable.Then I saw the bed.I stopped.The clothes were laid out with a care that was immediately, unmistakably not Margot's doing. Margot was efficient and thorough and arranged things with the brisk practicality of someone working through a list. This was different. This had been considered.A cream blouse, so soft that when I touched it the fabric moved like water under my fingers. A tailored midi skirt in a warm ivory, the weave of it with a give to it that I recognized as deliberate. A light coat in pale camel that w
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
The school gates were already busy when we arrived.Noé walked through them like someone who had been anticipating this moment for days, which he had, his chin slightly lifted, his school bag riding his shoulder with more dignity than usual. He had been preparing for this the way he prepared for things that mattered, with the focused energy of someone who had arranged something and intended to see it through properly.Other parents were gathered in clusters near the entrance, the particular social geometry of a school morning, familiar groupings and established conversations. I felt them notice us before I saw them noticing. The slight shift in attention, the way conversations paused and eyes moved and the noticing was done with the polite subtlety of people who had been raised to stare without appearing to.Then the staring became considerably less subtle.It started with the group of mothers nearest the gate. One of them looked up, clocked Adrien in the dark suit, and her conversati
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Weight Of Pretending~
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIXThe group photo was Miss Claire's idea.She arranged us with the practiced efficiency of a woman who had been herding families into configurations for years, parents behind, children in front, everyone close enough together that the frame would capture the warmth she had decided the morning deserved to be remembered by. Other families shuffled into position with the mild cooperative chaos of the end of a long day.Noé had different ideas."No," he said, when Miss Claire gestured him toward the front row. "We're doing a family hug one."Miss Claire blinked. "A family hug one?""All together. Close." He looked at us with the authority of a director who had already visualized the shot. "Papa on one side, Camille on the other, me in the middle. And an actual hug. Not a standing near each other one.""Noé," I said."It's a family photo," he said simply. "It should look like a family."There was no reasonable argument against the logic of this. Adrien looked at me with an
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Best Team Ever ~
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVELunch was laid out in the main hall, long family tables dressed with the cheerful effort of a school that had been planning this for weeks. Noé navigated us to a table with the authority of someone who had scouted the location in advance, which knowing Noé was not outside the realm of possibility.We sat. Noé between us initially, then migrating to my side when the food arrived, which meant Adrien was across the table and slightly to the left, close enough that the quiet logistics of the meal required a constant low level of coordination. Passing things. Fielding Noé's questions. Responding to whatever he was currently narrating, which had moved from the memory box to a detailed account of why his tower design during the earlier activity had been structurally superior to Felix's despite Felix's claims to the contrary."Felix used too many big blocks at the top," Noé explained to neither of us specifically. "Everyone knows the heavy things go at the bottom. It's gra
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~At The School~
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOURThe school gates were already busy when we arrived.Noé walked through them like someone who had been anticipating this moment for days, which he had, his chin slightly lifted, his school bag riding his shoulder with more dignity than usual. He had been preparing for this the way he prepared for things that mattered, with the focused energy of someone who had arranged something and intended to see it through properly.Other parents were gathered in clusters near the entrance, the particular social geometry of a school morning, familiar groupings and established conversations. I felt them notice us before I saw them noticing. The slight shift in attention, the way conversations paused and eyes moved and the noticing was done with the polite subtlety of people who had been raised to stare without appearing to.Then the staring became considerably less subtle.It started with the group of mothers nearest the gate. One of them looked up, clocked Adrien in the dark suit
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Chosen For Me~
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREEI made it back to my room on legs that were still not entirely trustworthy.What I had encountered had left something buzzing under my skin that I could not name and did not want to examine too closely, a frequency that had settled into my chest somewhere between *dismissed* and the way his hand had closed around the card. I pressed my palm flat against my sternum for a moment, standing in the middle of my room, and breathed until the buzzing quieted to something manageable.Then I saw the bed.I stopped.The clothes were laid out with a care that was immediately, unmistakably not Margot's doing. Margot was efficient and thorough and arranged things with the brisk practicality of someone working through a list. This was different. This had been considered.A cream blouse, so soft that when I touched it the fabric moved like water under my fingers. A tailored midi skirt in a warm ivory, the weave of it with a give to it that I recognized as deliberate. A light coat
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