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It was just a few days until Christmas. I was out shopping for a Christmas gift for my roommate and best friend, April. I felt like a complete idiot for waiting until the last minute to get her a present. How April and I were best friends was a puzzle. We were totally different—like fire and water. April came from a very rich family. Her father spoiled her with everything. My dad might have spoiled me, too, if he had the money, but he didn’t. Like me, April was raised mostly by a single dad after her parents split up. I also had a single dad after my mom died. But April’s dad stayed single, while mine decided to get married again. That marriage was a disaster. My stepmom, Mira, left him after spending all the life insurance money he got when my mom passed away. The biggest difference between April and me, though, was our outlook. April went through life like it was paved with rainbows. Me? If I wanted rainbows, I had to work hard to create them myself. It was sometimes tough to be around someone to whom life came so easily. But I honestly thought April was great. She was lucky in life, yes, but she was also sweet and kind. Her sunny, happy energy was a good balance to my constant feeling of being under a cloud. She was nice enough to invite me to her house for a few days during our Christmas break. I loved my dad, even with his terrible taste in women after mom died, but the holidays at home weren’t special anymore. Not since my mom died and the women he got himself involved with took his money and ran. His holiday plans usually meant drinking with his friends. I didn’t need a fancy Christmas. But like my dad, I hadn’t really looked forward to the holiday since my mother’s death. But I really needed to get away from my house and this town. This feeling grew stronger as I walked through the bitter cold and the crowds of last-minute shoppers. I finally reached the little paper shop I knew April would love. She always had pretty papers, pens, stickers, and envelopes everywhere. Inside, I picked up some different paper products I thought she’d like. I saw a pack of paper covered in hearts. I rolled my eyes because it was so girly, but since April loved hearts, I added it to my pile and headed to the cashier. After paying, I put the paper products into my big purse to keep them safe from the wind and cold. Snow was supposed to fall tonight, even though it had been clear when I left home. As I opened the door to leave, a huge man pushed past me and bumped me hard. I stumbled backward, couldn’t stop myself, and landed right on my butt. “You should watch where you’re going.” His voice was deep and dark. It matched his large size and bad attitude. Even so, he held out a hand to help me up. I swatted it away. “I’m trying to help you up,” he said. “Why? So you can knock me down again?” I managed to stand up on my own and got a better look at this rude guy. Money. That was the first thing I thought when I got a better look at him. He wore a suit that probably cost more than my dad’s mortgage payment for five months. He had almost silvery hair that looked too perfect to be real. His green eyes watched me, and I wondered if he was worried he’d caught germs from touching a person like me. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you really care?” I asked, fixing my purse strap on my shoulder. His eyes showed a quick flash of annoyance. “Are you always this rude to people who try to help you?” I stared at him with my mouth open. “You knocked me down, remember?” He stared at me for a moment. I realized I should just leave. Why was I still standing here, looking at him? Finally, he let out a big sigh. “Let me buy you a drink.” “What? Why?” Was he trying to be nice? Or was it something else? It couldn’t be anything romantic. He had to be almost twice my age. Plus, with his smooth style and money, he could probably date any beautiful, rich woman he wanted. “To make it up to you,” he said. “You could just say sorry.” His lips curved upward a little bit. It annoyed me that he found me funny. “I’m sorry. Can I buy you a drink?” “That’s not necessary.” My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out. It was a message from April. ‘Going over to visit Cole. Probably won’t be home tonight. Stay safe.’ Another evening alone. That was fine. I could get a head start on my reading assignments for next semester. Or I could start thinking about looking for a job after I graduate next year. “Bad news?” the aggressive stranger asked. “No. Just a message from my roommate.” “So, about that drink?” I looked at him. “You sure are thirsty for a drink.” Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh and held his hands out to the side. “I get blamed for trying to help and for not trying to help.” Now he was making me feel like the bad guy? “I, uh—” “Nolan, darling, fancy seeing you here.” A woman who looked like she’d just walked out of a fashion magazine came up to him. She smelled strongly of expensive perfume. “Just doing some last-minute shopping,” he replied. “Oh, how lovely.” The woman looked at me, raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow in a way I took as disgust, before turning back to the man. “We should get something to eat and catch up.” “Sorry. I’m having a drink with . . . ?” He looked at me, waiting for my name. “Gwen.” Why was I giving him my name? “Gwen,” he repeated to the woman. “Really?” The woman looked back and forth between us, clearly not believing him. He put his arm around my shoulder. The touch felt warm and firm, a strange feeling from the cold air. “Really. Shall we?” he asked me. I must have been dreaming because I nodded and let him lead me out the door.CLOE POV Do I smell like horse? I pulled my t-shirt to my nose, took a whiff. Hmm, maybe a little. I pulled my emergency perfume from my handbag and spritzed the shit out of myself, then rubbed my fingers in my armpits to check for body odour. Safe enough. I’d just have to hope I didn’t have any stray bits of hay dangling from my underwear. It’s been known to happen. One of the perils of heading straight to a lunch date after a morning at the stables. I vacated my vantage point at the end of the street, then rumbled onto Soren’s driveway. The Range Rover was missing. It made sense that Soren’s was the sporty little BMW, it suited him. I switched off the engine and my heart was pounding, which was standard, but there was more than nerves today. I woke up early, even for myself, and I was excited. Ridiculously excited. So, this was crushing? I’d never really had a crush before. I’d liked plenty of guys, but it was always just a like. Occasionally a strong like. Sometimes even a
MAX POVI loosened my tie and ditched my jacket over the chair, guzzling down a couple of mouthfuls of beer before Soren even asked the question.“So, Princess Macua?” he quizzed.“Just as good as you were expecting?”I nodded. “The brat wouldn’t sing.”“Ouch.”“Quite. So, I sent her packing. She ran to Daddy, you know how it goes.”He sucked in breath. “And what happened?”I smiled at the memory. “He sent her back five minutes later, with an apology.”Soren’s eyebrows shot up. “An apology? No fucking shit!”“A token apology.”“Did you accept it?” He grabbed himself a beer.“After she sang the Rocky theme…” I couldn’t help but smirk. “Solo…”Soren shook his head. “Jesus, Max. She’s gonna hate your fucking guts.”“She can hate my guts, I couldn’t give a toss, just as long as she learns to apply herself to the programme, or gets the fuck out of it.”He paused, and I made him wait, and didn't say another word.“Did you get my message?” he asked, finally.I took a swig of beer. “Yeah, I g
CLEO POV Tourist season turned Much Arlock into a hiker’s haven. The cafe was rammed for the lunchtime special, people nipping in for a sandwich after a morning’s walk along the Malvern Hills. I grabbed table four’s orders from the hatch and flashed Danny a smile as he wiped his brow with a dishcloth. My resignation letter was in my pocket, but there was a sadness to the idea of handing it in. I’d been working here since I was old enough to carry a tray without spilling it. Saturdays at first, just around school, then holidays, and now four afternoons a week. The money was crap, but the job was alright. And Danny was so bloody nice. Slowly the lunchtime rush eased off, and I wiped down tables and waited. Eventually, Danny stuck his head around the door. “You wanted to speak?” My stomach lurched, the letter burning me. “When you get a second.” He beckoned me over, and my legs felt stiff as I moved. I wanted to hand in my notice, and yet I didn’t. I wanted the time, and not the sa
MAX POV I pointed at the current slide. “My requirements are simple. Everyone will do their best. I don’t care where you’ve come from, I don’t care what you know, or what you’ve done, or what a couple of cruddy pieces of paper claim you’re worth. I judge on what I find, and I find effort and determination to be worth a thousand university degrees. Don’t try and coast through this programme, because I’ll know it, I’ve already seen it a thousand times over. You have a problem, you bring it up and we work through it, other than that, I expect you all when you’re on my team, and for the next six months we’re a team. Understood?” Eighteen heads nodded, while Verity looked at her Gucci watch. “Miss Macau, is that understood?” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Maxwell, I get it.” But she didn’t. She didn’t fucking get it, because spoiled little bitches like Verity Macau have never had to work for for anything. She’s the youngest. The pampered princess in the ivory tower. Her mother’s little
CLOE POV “Cloe!” Urgh. His fucking voice. Such a snobby, self-righteous fucking prick. “You called?” He sighed, made a right fucking mountain out of it. “You could have returned my calls sooner. It’s unfortunate I had to call your mother.” “She said.” “Did she explain? It’s a great opportunity, Cloe, I’m very serious.” I didn’t have time for this crap. “What do I need to do to meet Liam Simon? My kidneys aren’t for sale, and neither’s my pissing soul.” Just my pussy. Ouch. He sighed again, full of them. He’s always bloody sighing. “Won’t you just come to the office, as I requested your mother? We can talk there. Properly.” “I’ve no interest in talking properly,” I snapped. “Just tell me now.” “Cloe…” “No,” I said. “Tell me now.” He really did groan then. An exasperated groan that pissed me the hell off, but I kept my mouth shut while he said his piece. “One month’s apprenticeship with Liam Simon at his ranch,” he said. “One whole month, just you and Verity, his absolute a
CLOE POV I stepped through the door at midday and Mum shot up from the dining room table. She hovered while I kicked off my boots in the hallway. “What?” I said. “You know what.” Urgh. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me he called you. What a prize fucking prick.” “Watch your mouth,” she said, and I shot her the finger. I smiled and so did she. “I’m not talking to him,” I said. “He can piss the hell off.” “He said he’s been calling for a week.” “No,” I said. “His office has been calling for a week. Him, no. He called once. Earlier. I was busy.” “Semantics. He’s been calling for a week.” “I don’t give a shit what he’s got to say. I’m not interested in any little non-family get-togethers. I’m not interested in Verity’s new fucking show pony. I’m not interested in how wonderful his wonderful life is.” I tossed my phone from my pocket to illustrate my point. “I really don’t care. I want none of it.” “He’s your dad…” “He’s my sperm donor. Nothing more.” She pulled a face. “That







