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EIGHTY

Author: Fair_Child
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JUSTINA

The mask cracked when I smiled, flaking off in green chunks that the attendant caught with a warm, damp cloth. She worked in silence, wiping away the remnants of whatever algae or seaweed or expensive mud they’d packed onto my skin, and I lay there letting her, feeling the strange lightness that came after confrontation. My hands had stopped trembling. The blonde’s wrist had been delicate beneath my fingers, bird-boned and fragile, and I wondered if she was still rubbing it in the parki
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  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   EIGHTY ONE

    JUSTINAMarina pointed at me. “Agreed. Let’s see what you’ve got.”Julian started pulling items free, one by one, holding them up like prizes. The first was a dress the color of dried blood, heavy velvet with a neckline that plunged to the navel.“Well… It is a bit… em…”“Absolutely not,” Marina said before I could even finish my sentence.Julian faltered. “The color is perfect for her. Rich, deep—”“She’ll look like she’s attending a vampire funeral,” Marina interrupted. “Next.”The next was a pantsuit in mustard yellow. I didn’t even need to speak. Marina’s expression said everything.“No,” she snapped. “She’s not a mustard person, and she’s certainly not a condiment. I could have sworn we agreed on gold.”Julian’s smile was starting to strain at the edges. He pulled out a sequined gown, silver, that looked like it weighed forty pounds.“Too heavy,” I found myself saying. The word surprised me. I’d meant to stay quiet, to let Marina handle the rejections, but the dress looked like a

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   EIGHTY

    JUSTINAThe mask cracked when I smiled, flaking off in green chunks that the attendant caught with a warm, damp cloth. She worked in silence, wiping away the remnants of whatever algae or seaweed or expensive mud they’d packed onto my skin, and I lay there letting her, feeling the strange lightness that came after confrontation. My hands had stopped trembling. The blonde’s wrist had been delicate beneath my fingers, bird-boned and fragile, and I wondered if she was still rubbing it in the parking garage, still convincing herself she’d been the victim.“Up,” Marina commanded, swinging her legs off her table. The sheet fell away from her body with a whisper. She stood there in her underwear and robe, utterly unbothered by the chill or the remaining models who pretended not to exist. “Now we head to the refresh room for hair. I refuse to let them win by ruining my blowout.”I followed her out of the treatment room, my slippers scuffing against the tile. The corridor seemed longer now, or

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY NINE

    GREGORHe looked up at her, then at me, then back at her. "Yes, ma'am."The ma'am sounded wrong in his mouth, too formal, too careful. My mother's smile flickered, uncertain how to process this small, polite child who wasn't rushing to embrace her."Well… I'm your grandmother," she added, as if he might have forgotten."I know." Adonis tried to smile. It didn't reach his eyes, but it was enough. It was brave.My mother reached out and took his hand in hers. Her fingers engulfed his, making him look even smaller, more fragile. She turned to the housekeeper who had appeared in the doorway. "When we get inside, take him upstairs and get him into something appropriate," she instructed. "The blue set I bought should fit."The housekeeper, a woman named Clara who had worked for my mother for over ten years, nodded and reached for Adonis.I stepped forward. "What's wrong with what he's wearing?"My mother turned, her eyebrows arching. "Polyester, Gregor. He's wearing polyester."I laughed de

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY EIGHT

    GREGORThe phone buzzed against my thigh as I was shrugging into my jacket. I fished it out, expecting Marina with an update on Justina's shopping expedition, or perhaps the restaurant confirming the reservation I'd made twenty minutes earlier. Instead, the screen displayed a number I didn't recognize, local but unfamiliar."Gregor Vallis," I answered, slipping my other arm through the sleeve."Mr. Vallis, this is Elite Care Sitters. I'm calling to confirm that our sitter, Emma, is en route to the address you provided. She should arrive within fifteen minutes."I glanced at my watch. "Good. My mother will be there to receive her.""Excellent. Ms. Emma has your contact information and the child's emergency medical records. Is there anything else we should know about Adonis before she arrives?"I paused, looking toward the living room where I could hear the clatter of plastic against wood. "He's observant," I replied. "He notices things adults think he's missed. Make sure your sitter kn

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY SEVEN

    JUSTINAThe blonde opened her mouth, then closed it. Her shoulders dropped. She turned to her attendant. "Fine. Continue."The attendant looked at Stacia, who nodded. The woman approached cautiously, resuming the facial with trembling hands.Marina sat back down at her table, a smug smile playing at her lips. She caught my eye and winked. Grudging respect warmed my chest. She was good. Better than good. She was terrifying in the most useful way.For a few minutes, the room settled into an uneasy truce. The sound of gentle music played from hidden speakers, something with flutes and running water. The attendants worked in silence. I closed my eyes, trying to find that relaxation Marina had mentioned, but my muscles remained coiled tight.Then the blonde spoke again."Oh, shut it, chink," she snarled at her attendant, who had apparently asked her to tilt her head back. "I will move at my own fucking pace."The attendant flinched, her hands going still on the blonde's temple. Something c

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY SIX

    JUSTINAThe brunette's smile faltered. "Excuse me?""You heard me." I swung my legs over the side of the table, my bare feet touching the cold tile floor. "If you're going to insult me, at least have the decency to believe your own bullshit. It makes for better theater."The blonde opened her eyes. She looked at me with something that might have been surprise, or just irritation at having her relaxation interrupted."Careful," she warned. "You're showing your rough edges.""Better than showing my fucking ignorance," I countered.Marina sat up fully now, her sheet clutched to her chest. She looked between the models and me, her eyes bright with anticipation.The door opened again. Stacia entered, her perfect smile fixed in place, though her eyes moved quickly across the room, assessing the tension. She clapped her hands together, a sharp sound that broke the spell."Ladies," she announced, her voice warm but firm. "Everyone here is a valued customer. We have a strict policy regarding t

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