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Too Late, Mr. Billionaire Chapter 46
EVERETT’S POVI was fuming. Steam-pouring-out-of-my-ears, stomach-aching, chest-heaving, fuming!It was definitely not the sharp, fleeting kind that burned out as quickly as it flared. This one was deep, seeping into every crevice of my being like acid corrosion.It was the kind that made my jaw ache from clenching and my hands curl into fists without conscious thought.I stormed out of the side room minutes after Anyta followed the man out, pulse roaring in my ears.I’d lost control with her, again. The second time.What is fucking wrong with me?!There was really nothing special about her, besides the obvious fact that her body had changed, in a way that I appreciated far more than I wanted to.But there were so many other women like that, so many who would fall on my feet at the flick of a wrist.Perhaps that was it. The fact the she was refusing to fall at my feet was frustrating and magnetic.I should've treated her better when she was mine.That was the truth I didn’t want to a
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ANYTA'S POVAnd he did.I leaned into him just a little, letting myself enjoy it all, without worrying about anything as we sailed across the room while Clay chatted with people I had never met before, but knew were extremely important.Compliments came easily from most of them, to my surprise.“You look stunning, dear,” a woman in a silver mask muttered with a gentle curve of her mouth as we passed.“That color was made for you,” a short, handsome man murmured, eyes lingering appreciatively on me.I smiled, nodded, thanked them. Soaked it all in like warmth after a long winter.When we finally stepped away from a particularly chatty couple who'd been speaking to Clay in rapid French, I let out a quiet laugh and shook my head.“What kind of rich people are these? They all seem so nice and they keep looking at us,” I lowered my voice, “do you think they might have seen our little club altercation with you-know-who?”Clay huffed out a breath as his hand settled on the small of my back.“
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ANYTA'S POVAlice and Grandma Jo were on their feet instantly.“What’s that?” Alice asked.“Well let's find out,” I answered.I set the boxes on the coffee table, opened the larger one first and promptly sucked in a shocked breath.Inside was a deep-gold dress, rich and luminous, the fabric liquid-soft beneath my fingers.“Why, hello gorgeous,” I heard Grandma Jo breathe softly as I raised the dress and held it over my body.It looked like it would be form-hugging on me, and although I had a love-hate relationship with my body, I was beginning to lean more towards showing it off, so the dress’ cut elated me.“Now that's a dangerous neckline,” Alice muttered appreciatively. And I chuckled as I studied the plunge. It was daring but not vulgar.I loved it.Already bubbling with excitement, I checked the second box which held a pair of black heels that looked like they belonged in a fairytale.“Oh my,” Alice breathed.Grandma Jo whistled. “Well. That settles it. Looks like you have someth
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ANYTA'S POVI stared at my reflection and sighed as a slight sense of deja vu washed over me.My hair was already done, soft curls falling neatly over my shoulders, glossy and cooperative for once, without multiple tries.That alone felt like a minor victory. But the problem wasn’t my hair.It was everything else.The bed behind me was littered with dresses. Satin, lace, chiffon. Dresses I’d once worn without thinking twice and without sucking in my stomach or turning sideways to inspect my hips from every angle.Dresses from a life that felt both too close and impossibly far away.I reached for one of the gowns hanging in the wardrobe and tugged it free, already knowing how this would end even as I proceeded to slide it on.It didn’t zip past my ribs.I closed my eyes briefly, feeling my jaw ache from how hard I was gritting my teeth.“Calm down, Anyta,” I murmured to myself, then tried another. This one slid up my thighs but refused to settle over my hips. My breasts strained uncomf
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SIENNA'S POV“Ah!” I exclaimed sharply, promptly sliding my thumb into my mouth.I glared at the kettle I’d just burned it on, as if that would hurt it back.I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly because my hands were shaking.Not violently though, and thankfully not enough to spill water or drop the porcelain.But it shook quite enough that the teacup rattled faintly when I set it on the marble counter.The sound echoed too loudly in the pristine kitchen, and I sighed as I briefly contemplated whether the pain on my thumb needed first aid or not.Deciding against first aid, I reached over, turned on the tap and held the red tip of my thumb under the spray.I hissed softly and sucked in a breath through my teeth, annoyed more at myself than the pain. I hated moments like this. Little betrayals of composure. And I hated not being at my full potential.There was a sudden shift in the air as I felt another presence in the kitchen.I didn’t need to turn around to know Monica Ashbour
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EVERETT'S POVI was already halfway out the door when she stepped into my path.“Honestly, mother, this is beginning to look like a pattern and I don't appreciate it.”It was like she had a talent for bad timing, always appearing at the precise moment my patience was thinnest, my nerves stretched taut enough to snap.She stood there, framed by the tall archway like an immovable piece of everything that had shaped me and everything I knew I should love, but despised instead.Maybe because I knew her love wasn't completely genuine. It was a means of control for her, and once I realized, it became easier for me to do what I wanted without her permission or approval.“Move,” I gritted through clenched teeth, my voice clipped.“I need to talk to you,” mother replied carefully.My fingers tightened around my car keys. “Can’t it wait? I’m late.”She didn’t budge.Her eyes were as sharp as always without the haze of alcohol. And they flicked over my tailored jacket, the watch on my wrist, and
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