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Author: Harlo Monroe
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Wells was not an ordinary man. He had long blond hair that he kept in a bun atop his head, a face of a god, a smile that could make a glacier melt, and a devilishly sexy body.

With these qualities, it was no surprise that women flocked to him. Wells himself had an appetite for the pleasures of the skin. As one could guess, this was an uphill battle for Naomi. The man had an entire feast at his disposal every day. Why would she be the one he chose to give his all to?

Unlike most businessmen who had no time for entertainment, Wells made it a priority. He often chose to put himself out there. He never settled down and most often found the smallest reason to run from any real commitment. The excuse: he’d been burnt from a past relationship, and from this, he’d never fully recovered. He made a promise to never fully give himself to another woman.

There’s a term: “hurt people, hurt people.” This man seemed to be on a warpath of romantic self-sabotage. His actions didn’t seem to match his words. He displayed a gentleness, a sense of security for his lover, and most importantly, a longing for a better relationship—one filled with love, companionship, trust, and a solid foundation built on friendship. He would never say it out loud, but for Wells, it was evident that something was missing.

To the outside world, Wells was a playboy, a womanizer. Get to know him, and that was far from the truth. He was a kind soul. He had morals, standards, and a heart to help those in need.

Wells was a man who loved two women in his life: his mother and his younger sister. They were the most important to him. For them, he would wrap the moon in a golden lace sack and plant it at their feet.

He was a man of few words in his personal life and a jokester when it came to serious matters regarding his feelings. However, Wells yearned for everything he claimed he did not want. He did not have structure as a child. The people who should have protected him and nurtured him failed him.

As Wells would say, “Everyone lies!” For him, that was the truth. No matter what he saw to be true, he questioned and overanalyzed. As good a businessman as he was, he lacked the foundation he so desperately ran away from when it came to settling down.

Yet, in the midst of his inner turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope. Deep inside, Wells harbored a secret desire to break free from the chains of his past and truly open himself to love. In Naomi’s unwavering spirit and quiet determination, he saw a challenge—a chance to shed his carefully crafted armor. Her presence stirred something profound in him: the possibility of vulnerability, of forming a bond built on trust and authenticity. In her eyes, he glimpsed the promise of a future where he could finally be complete.

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  • The Price of Vulnerability    26: Crossroads

    Naomi – The Weight of a Decision Naomi sat on the edge of her couch, staring blankly at the door Mr. Wells had just walked out of. The room felt different now—heavier, like it still carried his presence, his words lingering in the air. She had always assumed he would be there, steady, unshaken. But tonight, for the first time, she saw a crack in his patience. And the worst part? She couldn’t even blame him. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the wine glass she had abandoned earlier. The deep red liquid swirled as she took a sip, but it did nothing to settle the unease in her chest. What did she want? Mr. Wells was right about one thing—she had never been the kind of woman to hesitate. So why now? Why, when faced with the choice between her past and her future, did she feel stuck in place? Because Jordan had been her first real heartbreak. And a part of her, no matter how much she hated to admit it, had spent years wondering what would have happened if he had sta

  • The Price of Vulnerability    25: The Man Who Never Waits

    Mr. Wells was not a man accustomed to waiting. In his world, hesitation meant weakness. Business deals, negotiations, power plays—everything in his life thrived on decisiveness. You made a choice, you stood by it, and you didn’t look back. So why was he sitting here, staring at his glass of whiskey, replaying his last conversation with Naomi? She wasn’t sure. That was what she had told him. And he wasn’t a man who handled uncertainty well. Especially not when it involved her. ⸻ A Game He Refused to Play He had sensed it from the beginning—Naomi wasn’t easily swayed. She wasn’t the type of woman who melted under charm or folded under pressure. If she was in, she was all in, and if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t pretend otherwise. That was what had drawn him to her in the first place. But now? Now, there was hesitation. Now, there was Jordan. Mr. Wells clenched his jaw. He had seen the way Jordan looked at her—the ease, the familiarity, the unspoken history between them. And w

  • The Price of Vulnerability    24: The War Within

    Naomi prided herself on control. It was something she had mastered over the years—how to keep her emotions locked away, how to present a composed exterior even when everything inside her was unraveling. But tonight, as she sat alone in her apartment, wine glass in hand, she felt that control slipping through her fingers. The tension between Jordan and Mr. Wells had unsettled her in ways she hadn’t expected. Not because she didn’t know where she stood, but because for the first time in years, she wasn’t entirely sure if she was allowed to feel what she was feeling. Jordan was her past. Mr. Wells was her present—or at least, the beginning of something that could become her present. So why was her mind still tangled up in the past? ⸻ Unraveling the Past She leaned back against the couch, exhaling deeply. Jordan had been a force in her life once—charming, relentless, intoxicating. He had a way of making her feel like she was the center of his world, but when things got tough, whe

  • The Price of Vulnerability    23: Lines in the Sand

    Naomi had always prided herself on control—of her emotions, her choices, and especially the people she allowed in her life. But now, with both Jordan and Mr. Wells looming in her orbit, she felt that control slipping, piece by piece. Jordan’s reappearance had already rattled her, forcing her to confront old wounds she thought were long healed. But Mr. Wells’ reaction? That was something she hadn’t been prepared for. She had expected indifference, or maybe mild curiosity. Instead, he was watching her—closely, deliberately. And she knew that this was no longer just about her past. This was a battle of presence. And neither man was backing down. ⸻ A Chance Encounter or a Calculated Move? Naomi was shelving books at the store when the chime of the front door rang. She turned, expecting a customer. Instead, she found Jordan leaning casually against the doorframe, as if he belonged there. She sighed, already exhausted. “What do you want, Jordan?” “Just checking in,” he said smoo

  • The Price of Vulnerability    22: A Man Like Mr. Wells

    Wells wanted to ask her about her day, he wanted to take away all her worries. He couldn’t stand the silence, words not spoken between them from days of no communication. The random dinner dates, knowing she had troubled she refused to speak about. Mr. Wells wasn’t the type to dwell on emotions. He analyzed, he calculated, he decided. Yet ever since that night at the gallery, he found himself caught in an unfamiliar state—one he refused to name. He had seen many things in Naomi’s expression when she looked at Jordan. Surprise. Discomfort. Restraint. But he hadn’t seen indifference. And that bothered him more than he cared to admit. ⸻ The Unspoken Conversation Two days had passed since the gallery, and Naomi had been quieter than usual. Not distant, not cold. Just… measured. Mr. Wells noticed. And he wasn’t the kind of man to ignore what unsettled him. So when he invited her to dinner that evening, it wasn’t just to see her. It was to address the thing neither of them had

  • The Price of Vulnerability    Chapter 21: Unfinished Business

    Naomi had convinced herself that Jordan’s return meant nothing. It was just another encounter with the past, a fleeting moment that would dissolve with time. But deep down, she knew better. Jordan wasn’t the type to reappear without a reason. And the fact that he hadn’t reached out before now? That was deliberate. So, as much as she wanted to pretend otherwise, Naomi knew she wouldn’t be rid of him just yet. And she was right. ⸻ A Familiar Knock Two days later, Jordan showed up at her bookstore. The chime of the door startled her as she rearranged a display near the entrance. She looked up, expecting a customer—only to see him standing there, hands in his pockets, watching her like he had every right to be there. Naomi exhaled slowly, setting down the book in her hand. “If you’re here to buy something, we close in twenty minutes.” Jordan smirked. “And if I’m not?” “Then you’re wasting both our time.” He stepped closer, his expression softening. “Naomi, we need to talk.”

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