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My heart did a violent, dangerous flutter. I scrambled to pull my PA mask back on, reaching into my bag for his prescription bottles."Don't thank me," I muttered, my cheeks burning as I unscrewed the cap of his pain medicine. "Thank your own ridiculous acting skills. You've clearly passed them on to the next generation. Here, take your pill."Sean took the tablet from my hand, his fingers deliberately brushing against mine, lingering just a second too long. "Only if you sweeten the deal, wifey. The doctor did say I require... emotional support.""The doctor is on my blacklist, Sean," I warned, pointing a pen at him. "Now swallow the damn medicine, or I'll let Victoria handle your next press schedule."He swallowed the pill with a grin, utterly unbothered by my empty threats, ready to fight the next round of our childish, beautiful war.*****If I thought the morning was a masterclass in theatrical manipulation, dinnertime was a full-blown, Broadway-level production.The three of us w
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The moment the wheels of that sleek, black chair rolled over the threshold of his massive, echoing Tudor mansion, all absolute hell broke loose.Keep your cool, Lyka. Breathe in, breathe out. Do not commit marital homicide in front of his child.I stood in the grand foyer, my hands clenched so tightly around my clipboard that the plastic was groaning. Before us sat Sean, slumped in his wheelchair like a Victorian poet in the final stages of consumption. He let out a long, shuddering sigh, his hand fluttering weakly to his chest, right over his bandaged ribs."The air in the foyer," he wheezed, his fake British accent dropping into a faint, tragic whisper. "It’s... it’s incredibly taxing on the lungs, Lyka. I feel the strain. The simple act of inhaling has become a monumental chore.""You were literally singing along to the radio in the car five minutes ago, Sean," I said, deadpan."A temporary burst of adrenaline, love. A final, dying spark before the cold embrace of physical collapse
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The space between us felt impossibly small again. The memory of yesterday's accidental, lingering kiss flared between us like static electricity. I could see the question in his eyes—the raw, vulnerable hope that he was trying so hard to hide.Before I could answer, before my trembling defenses could completely crumble, my phone on the bedside table let out a loud, aggressive buzz, shattering the quiet.I practically jumped out of the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs as I grabbed the phone, desperately clutching at the interruption like a lifeline."I—I have to take this," I stammered, not looking at him as I backed toward the door. "It's... it's probably Victoria.""Lyka," Sean called out, his voice quiet but commanding.I paused at the door, my hand on the handle, still refusing to meet his gaze."We're going to talk about this," he said, his tone steady, holding a stubborn determination that terrified and thrilled me all at once. "You can't run away from me forever."*****T
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The relentless glow of my tablet screen began to blur, the neat rows of flight itineraries and press release drafts running together like watercolor in the rain. My eyelids grew heavy, weighing a thousand pounds. I leaned my head against the high back of the uncomfortable leather chair, telling myself I’d just close my eyes for a single minute. Just sixty seconds to quiet the buzzing in my head.Then, the darkness claimed me.I don't know how much time passed, but the harsh, sterile reality of the hospital room slowly began to fade, replaced by a soft, weightless warmth.I felt myself being lifted.It felt entirely like a dream. I was floating, the uncomfortable, stiff leather of the chair disappearing, replaced by the sensation of two incredibly strong, warm arms sliding beneath my knees and supporting my back. A familiar, intoxicating scent enveloped me—cedarwood, rain, and the faint, clean smell of hospital soap.I let out a soft, unconscious sigh, my head instinctively rolling i
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I looked down at the gold band resting on my bedside table, right next to the stupid, freshly peeled banana. A dark, stubborn determination flared in my chest, burning right through the bruised, confused ache of her rejection.No. I’m not letting you hide behind that bloody contract anymore, Lyka.She could play the robotic, detached PA all she wanted. She could pretend that her heart wasn't racing just as fast as mine. But I knew what I felt. And the next time she fell into my space, I wasn't going to let her escape so easily.The thought hit me like a bucket of ice water, instantly freezing the stubborn determination in my veins.Do I even have the nerve to cross that line?I stared at the ceiling, the silence of the hospital room suddenly feeling incredibly heavy, suffocating. What if she left? What if my pushing, my teasing, my stupid attempts to make her admit she felt something, ended up driving her away completely? If she resigned, if she packed her bags and vanished from our
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The heat radiating off his skin was intoxicating. My palm was pressed directly over his heart, and I could feel the rapid, heavy thudding against his ribs—a drumbeat that matched my own erratic pulse. His scent of cedarwood, rain, and sterile hospital soap swirled around me, making my head spin.Then, a low, dramatic wheeze rumbled beneath my palms."WHAT THE HELL, LYKA!" Sean gasped, though the tone of his voice was completely betrayed by the immediate, solid grip of his hands settling firmly on my waist. "My chest... you touched my chest. I am absolutely mortified. Where is my protection clause? I feel highly violated."I tried to scramble backward, my face burning with a heat that could have melted steel. "I slipped! Sean, let go of me, your ribs—""No, no, the contract is very clear about unsolicited physical contact," he teased, his deep voice vibrating right against my collarbone. He was smirking so hard I could hear the smug grin in his words. "I think I need to report this t
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