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Grayson POVI never expected Sammi to work. The whole point of this was so I could talk to her about my plan. Well, that and so I could watch her the entire time I worked. So when she asked what she could do, I was shocked. She's barely said a word to me since I had her on my desk, except for asking what she could do. "Coffee?" She smiles at me, and it's one I don't trust. Slowly nodding, I smile at her. “Sure, Angel.” I watch as she walks out. Sitting here, I work on the spa. I know the contractors are delayed, but as I told Zade, if he threatens not to pay them, they will get to work. I’m confirming the checklist for the opening event, something Sammi can’t do as she’s not been involved enough to know who should be invited and who shouldn't. She walks back in and places the cup down, leaning over the desk. I watch as she bites against her lip. God, I swear if she wants fucking again, I will do it. I had plans for tonight, though, so I would rather not fuck her into oblivion and h

Sammi POVWe've finished eating and are simply talking now. I don't like the idea of him telling the guys he's dating a woman. Yes, it would stop them from questioning if we disappear at the same time, but I know what it also means.I know that Grayson will have to actually spend time with her around them and pretend to be dating her. That's where it gets weird and awkward."You're thinking about it again, right?" He sighs and grips my chin. "Everyone is going to think you two are dating Gray while I'm hidden behind a door that hides the truth." I don't like it."I said I would fucking tell them. You said no. Give me another idea Angel, as I'm fucking stuck on how to make this work without telling them everything." He waits, but I don't have a response. His hand rubs across his face. "Fine, do you know a guy who would pretend to date you?" Laughing, I stare at him. Is that a joke? "Gray, no," I whisper, my head shaking. "Come on, I want to take you somewhere," he says, standing and

Grayson POV My day drags on, and I can’t stop myself from spamming Sammi’s phone. She has to talk to me eventually, right? She can’t just erase me like I don’t exist, though she’s doing a damn good job of it.I’ve been drinking more than I should, trying to numb the ache, but it’s not working. The way she’s shutting me out, ignoring me like I never mattered, it fucking hurts. Zade’s talking about plans for tonight, something I’ve already decided to bail on. What’s the point? I just want to be here, maybe break into her room if I have to, force her to hear me out. She can’t keep avoiding me forever.Then, I hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor. My head snaps up, and there she is. She doesn’t even glance my way, just walks right past me, sits down, and starts eating. She’s right there, and it’s like I’m invisible. I can’t tear my eyes away, waiting for her to look at me, to acknowledge I’m standing right here, breaking apart. But nothing. She talks to Zade like I’m not even in

Sammi POVI know what he wants. It’s not hard to see, but can I really give it to him? Every part of me is terrified. My feelings for him are already spiraling out of control, and if I give in, if I take that risk—what then? I’ll be shattered. And no one will be able to put me back together.But it’s not even the thought of being broken that scares me the most. It’s him being the one to break me. And if my brothers found out… Oh God, if they knew he was the one who did it, there’s no doubt they’d kill him.I can’t stop thinking about my brothers. And he’s their friend. What kind of man would risk everything, including his own life, if there wasn’t something real between us? He wouldn’t do that to me, would he?“I’m sorry, Sammi,” his voice is soft, a whisper that clings to the air between us. His hand stays gently on my neck, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I can’t. “I should’ve been honest. I should’ve told you everything about my past. But if I did, you’d know it all,

Sammi POVMy day has disappeared in the art room, and I hate to admit it, but I’m struggling. It’s not like I expected this to be easy, but today feels like a losing battle. There’s something missing, and I can’t figure out what it is. Every sketch I’ve started has ended up crumpled and tossed aside like trash. I glance at the clock. Three O'clock. Three, and I’ve got nothing to show for it.With a frustrated sigh, I throw another piece of paper onto the growing pile when my phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, I grab it quickly.“Hello?” I mutter, glaring down at my latest failed sketch.“Sammi, are you busy?” Willow’s voice sounds hopeful on the other end, but I’m so desperate for a break that I don’t even care what she needs.I am busy, but not with anything worth sticking to. “No, what’s up?” I ask, trying not to sound too relieved.“Can you come to mine?” Her voice has a hint of urgency, and I don’t even think twice before agreeing.“Sure, I’ll be right there. See you soon.