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Arya’s POV Tension instantly filled the air. I didn’t want to keep this call but I couldn’t just hang up - except I had a death wish, which I didn’t so I found my voice and spoke.“Greetings Mr. Harrington. What do I owe the pleasure of this call?” It’s was inappropriate to call this late at night but I couldn’t just point that out. My best option right now is to act smart and keep it formal.“Aren’t you a bit upset that I’m crossing the line?” “Not at all” I lied straight away not that my honesty would have availed much. I mean, who wouldn’t be mad to receive a call few minutes to midnight? And it doesn’t make things better knowing it’s from my so called ‘father-in-law’ that hates me. “I’m honored to receive your call” I added.“In that case you wouldn’t mind me inviting you over for a chat tomorrow”Silence reigned in my end, things weren’t that simple seeing as he didn’t go through Nicklaus only meant trouble. His voice rang again.“A friendly harmless chat”In my opinion words

Arya’s POV My heart was racing but I knew better and composed myself. Whatever he had to ask wasn’t centered around the tea. That was only an avenue to get me to agree but I couldn’t deny I let my curiosity get the best of me. Why didn’t I decline? I felt like slapping my mouth. ‘Ask?! Seriously Arya! My blabbing mouth won’t stop until I’ve ran myself to the ground. I felt helpless but still stayed silent and waited for the question to descend.“Okay, listen carefully” My ears perked up immediately and followed the words from his mouth.“Let’s say you had a bird since you were little. The bird was sickly and relied on you a lot. And every-time it fell ill you were there to support it even when it caught a deadly flu you made sure it overcame it at the expense of a painful sacrifice. Time flew and the bird grew, finally becoming healthy and ready to explore the world. You let it go and it always came back, until...”He took a dramatic pause before continuing. I had to say it made my

Arya’s POV My lashes fluttered as I withdrew my phone to check the number while my gaze remained laced with confusion. I don’t remember giving him my contact, if anything I should feel guilty for not calling first after receiving his at the banquet but then we weren’t close enough for that so I brushed off that thought. I’d recognized his voice but when he spoke again his words confirmed my suspicions.“It’s Damien”I took the call while getting accompanied out of Harrington’s mansion and dutifully declined a meeting with him. One of the reasons being I already had an engagement with the lawyers and overall I didn’t wanna get tangled up with Damien, I know how he feels about me plus he’s a Prince, things could get really messing and I wasn’t crazy enough to have a strife with the royal family. The call ended with me once again disappointing him and this only dampened my mood as I let out a weary sigh.I hailed a cab and tactfully returned my mom’s call, after a brief conversation she

Bella’s POV Maybe it’s the cool temperature or maybe it’s our ambiguous position but the air around us suddenly felt thinner. As only tension filled the air I couldn’t bring myself to look away. What about this man infatuated me so much?I had no idea but as he drew closer I found myself inching nearer until our lips were forged into one. Playing and dancing around to the heat of our bodies. His clasp on my waist grew tighter while I wrapped my hands around his neck to elevate my frame but it still wasn’t enough. I was struggling until he hoisted me up against the countertop and I hadn’t even realized where I was until his moved kisses to my neckline causing me to arch my back while placing my hands on the marble top.The spacious kitchen felt invisible under our heated influence. Although we’ve made out in almost every section of this house, this would be the first time doing it in the kitchen! Sadly this weird fetish couldn’t be realized because his phone rang out for the fourth

Arya’s POV There’s a time in one’s life when you feel exposed, vulnerable and conflicted. Not knowing right from wrong or good from evil but the only thought plastered in your head is how to survive. This was mine. I’m not sure how long I stood looking like a statue but I’m pretty sure it was enough to give me away. Should I make up an excuse? Or should I come clean?‘Choices’My hated nemesis. At every point in life we’re all forced to make choices. Some more difficult than others while some graciously leaves you to wallow in regret, still that’s not the worse part. The most dreaded side of it is the fact that at the end of it all we face the grave consequences while the so called ‘choice’ goes scot-free. With this I need not explain further why I hate ‘choices’.‘Goddamn! I just did a full blown epilogue about ‘choices’.Just great! Another gift from my baby, the hormones are now discovering hidden talent in me. At this rate I better enroll in a talent show for all our sakes!