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He’d been like every other boy she’d dated back then, he just wanted to fuck and then tell everyone about it. She had a reputation back then that she didn’t entirely deserve. She didn’t sleep with every guy she dated, but every guy she dated told the world how he’d banged her in the back seat of his mummy’s station wagon. Matthew had been one of the ones that she hadn’t slept with and he seemed to still hold a grudge about the fact. Chloe rubbed her arms as her skin prickled with disgust. Her stomach was clenched and she felt the shakes as the adrenaline hit her system. If she wasn’t careful she was going to have a panic attack. She just needed to calm down, take deep breaths, and wrap this gig up as quickly as she could. She needed to get away from here and have a hot shower to scrub off any trace of Matthew’s hands on her. She rounded the corner and found Miranda, the birthday girl, squatting on the floor holding her stomach. She bent down next to her and smoothed her

How would his family react if he decided not to marry whoever it was that his mother had in mind? And in the grand scheme of things, did he really care? Sure, he held on to the fairytale that one day he might have a mother who loved him like mothers were supposed to and not just see him as part of the Mayfield family assets. But was there any reality in which that would actually happen? Would marrying the woman she chose for him suddenly turn her into the perfect mother? And if he really didn’t care about securing her approval of him, why the hell was he going along with her ridiculously old-fashioned plan? He had stopped walking without realizing it and when he came back to his senses, his friends had gathered around him. “Are you in love with her?’ Mason asked. “I—” Was he? “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe?” “Then you owe it to yourself to find out,” Brian said. “But—” Could it be that easy? “Where’s the harm in trying?” Barry said. “Spend some time

Taking care not to jostle herself too much, she crawled out of the bathroom and climbed back into bed, reaching for her phone. It was barely six but she needed to let Peyton know that she wouldn't be in and then they would need to find someone to start the installation for The Mayfield Group. What a pain in the arse. She knew she shouldn't have done a party for Courtney. Not only had her little spawn of Satan given her a stomach bug, but her bastard of a husband had tried to put his sleazy hands all over her. Never again would she do a party for anyone in that clique. Her stomach flopped over again and she held herself very still wondering if she was going to have to rush to the bathroom again. God. What she wouldn't do for some dry ginger ale right now. She made a pouty face and rolled over, burying her head in her pillow. Living on your own sucked balls when you were sick. When her stomach settled again, she turned her head and brought her phone close so she could sen

Over the next couple of days, Declan managed to spoil her without even setting foot in her apartment. First, there were flowers. Lots of flowers. A massive bunch of wildflowers that thankfully came with its own vase because she didn’t have one big enough. Next was a box full of medications. He must have gone to a chemist and spoken to a pharmacist because the little gift-wrapped box was full of over-the-counter medications and herbal remedies for combatting nausea, and a food delivery of a random mix of bananas, rice, applesauce, and white bread. Apparently, this was the B.R.A.T. diet and good for someone who was puking as much as she was. Then he sent her a brand new iPad with two, one hundred dollar iTunes cards so she could download as many books and music and movies as she wanted. And then there was the delivery of magazines and adult coloring books, including coloring pens. Not to mention the sweet little text messages he had been sending her. He called her at night and they spok

Declan shook his head. “Not yet. I’ve given them my cell number and told them to call me with all the details when they’re ready.” He paused and swallowed. Chloe could see the glassiness of his eyes and realized that he was just barely holding it together as well. “God,” he breathed. “This is so fucking unfair.” “I know,” she whispered reaching out to touch his face on the screen. “I want to be with you,” he said looking at her with intensity. “I’m still contagious,” she replied, “Another couple of days.” This stomach bug had been relentless. Dr. Google had said the symptoms could last up to ten days, she was now pushing five. She was as weak as a kitten and barely able to tolerate solid food. As much as she wanted to feel the comfort of Declan’s arms, she didn’t want him to get sick as well. When she could get through a whole day without rushing to the bathroom, then she would know that she was on the mend. Unfortunately, that wasn’t today. This stupid stomach bug didn’t even