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23: RUNNING INTO MY NEMESIS.
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STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 26: TWO SIDE OF SAME COIN .
CINNAMON:The west side of Meadowbrook looked like a storm had ripped through it. Snow piled against houses, roofs had collapsed, and power lines lay twisted in the streets. Families stood in driveways, eyes wide, exhaustion written on every face.We unloaded boxes from trucks parked in the old community center lot—food, water, blankets, and other basic supplies.I grabbed a case of bottled water, muscles straining under the weight.Before I could take two steps, someone plucked it from my hands."Your ring is beautiful."I looked up.Marcus smiled down at me, holding the water case like it weighed nothing. "Didn't know you got engaged."I snatched the case back, nearly dropping it. "You don't have to help me.""Just being neighborly.""Be neighborly somewhere else."He fell into step beside me. "You used to be sweet.""I was naive," I said, eyes forward."Let me help you, Cinnamon.""Seriously, Marcus. Leave me alone and go back to wherever you came from."But he didn't. He stayed cl
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 25: GRACE ON LOAN.
CINNAMON:I set three rules for myself Sunday morning. One: Don’t touch Dante unless absolutely necessary. Two: Keep answers neutral. Professional. Nothing that could be mistaken for warmth. Three: Don’t meet his eyes for longer than it takes to nod.Simple rules. Easy to follow. Except nothing about sitting next to him in a church pew feels simple.The building is small, wood-paneled, smelling faintly of lemon polish and old hymnals. Sunlight filters through stained glass windows, casting colored patterns across the worn floor. Mrs. Hartley sits in the front row, spine straight, surveying the congregation like a general inspecting troops.Dante shifts beside me, tugging at his collar. I don’t look at him or ask if he’s okay. Not my problem anymore.The service drags. Pastor Mitchell’s voice drones about forgiveness and second chances, words that land like stones in my chest. I keep my gaze forward, hands folded in my lap, face arranged into something that hopefully resembles peaceful
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 24: LIABILITY.
DANTE:Cinnamon reached me in a way no one ever had.She didn’t pry or ask what I’d done or where I’d been. She just knelt in front of me, steady hands cleaning blood from my skin, fed me like it mattered that I stayed upright, then dragged me out into the cold and showed me something beautiful.She let me be.For a few hours, the noise in my head thinned. The constant calculation, the anger, the weight of everything all went quiet.Peace. That was the word for it.And then Marcus stepped into it and ruined the whole thing.The worst part wasn’t even seeing him.It was watching Cinnamon’s body lock up the second she noticed him. The way her shoulders went stiff and she said his name through her teeth, every syllable like it scraped on the way out.I didn’t need her to explain anything. I could see and feel it.Whatever history they shared, it had been complicated and far from over.Rage surged up my spine. I wanted to hit him. Not just for showing up here and looking at her like he st
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS 23: RUNNING INTO MY NEMESIS.
CINNAMON:“What next should we do?” was the question on my mind when his stomach growled.I put my hand over my mouth, stifling a laugh.“I see you’re hungry.”“No. That’s just my stomach acting up.”“Right.” I smiled, knowing that he was lying. “Because stomachs do that for no reason.”He didn’t argue.This place didn’t have a kitchen. And while the lodge made decent food, it wasn’t anything special. But I had an idea.“Would you like to try the best prime rib with horseradish sauce in Wisconsin? Or maybe grilled salmon with lemon and herbs? Lasagna with garlic bread? Beef tenderloin with roasted vegetables? Herb-crusted turkey breast?”His stomach growled again, louder this time. I watched his throat work as he swallowed, practically salivating.I laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”I grabbed his hand and pulled. He resisted at first, dead weight on the couch. So I used my whole body, pushing and tugging until he finally stood.“Go clean up,” I said, steering him toward the bedroom.
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 22: STILL DANTE.
CINNAMON:The crushing guilt in my chest after what I said wouldn’t let me stay at Mom’s, so I went back to the cabin.It felt emptier and colder here, even with the blazing heater running. To distract myself before I started overthinking, I kept myself busy organizing. After all, the living room needed it, with all my stuff lying around.My suitcases went into the corner, arranged neatly so they didn’t clutter the space. I unpacked the essentials, which were my toiletries, a change of clothes, my work materials, and my laptop.Looking around, I let out a satisfied exhale, seeing the good job I’d done. There was nothing left to do, and it was already late. So, I changed into pajamas, washed my face, and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Dante wasn’t coming back tonight. That much was obvious. Which meant I had the bedroom to myself. Even though I would have preferred to have him here, even if it meant sleeping on the sofa again.I climbed under the covers, pulled them up to my
STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS Chapter 21: ALONE.
CINNAMON:The cabin was quiet without him.I’d thought I wanted that. Instead, I got emptiness. I missed his attitude, his nagging and the noise he made just by existing.I sat on the couch, staring at the cold fireplace, trying to focus on the analysis of the note I have been drafting for this project. Nothing made sense because my brain refused to process anything except his absence.Dante has been gone for seven hours now and I still had no idea where he'd disappeared to or why."Take care of things until I'm back." That was it. No explanation or timeline or reassurance that he'd actually return.Just those six words and then the helicopter, lifting off and leaving me stranded in the one place that I had a bad memory of with a fake engagement.My mind wouldn't stop spinning toxic scenarios.Did he go back to his girlfriend or wife back in Alabama who'd called with an emergency? Maybe it was her birthday. Or their anniversary. Maybe he'd been juggling both of us this whole time, and
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