Semua Bab ONCE AGAIN: Bab 11 - Bab 20

As I pulled out of the parking lot, Jenna shot me a look with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean you forgot to talk to him?" she asked, her voice cracking with amusement. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling a bit defensive. "He came home wasted, and... stuff happened. I forgot," I said, trying to brush it off. Jenna kept her gaze on me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?" she pushed, a smirk on her face. I adjusted my shades, feeling my cheeks heat up as last night's memories came rushing back. Jenna raised an eyebrow, disbelief written all over her face. "You guys slept together—" she started. "—we didn't! Well, sort of?" I cut in, my voice trailing off as I struggled to explain. Jenna laughed, her amusement ringing through the car. "Why are you acting all shy about this? You two used to hook up all the time. It's not a big deal," she teased, her eyes gleaming. I pursed my lips, a wave of frustration hitting me. "I know, but it feels

Walker "Grandma, what was the meaning of that?" I asked as I stormed into her study. My father, uncle, and aunt were seated on the sofa. "Don't speak to your grandmother like that," my father warned, but Grandma raised her hand, stopping him. She had her glasses on and kept going through the document in front of her. "What do you mean?" she pretended not to know. I clenched my fists, "Why do you dislike Destiny so much? What did she ever do to you?" I asked. Grandma rolled her eyes, "I don't dislike her—" "—You don't?" I cut in, my patience was running out. "Then why would you say something so hurtful to her?!". Did she think she could get away with this one? I must have been a fool for letting go of her behavior towards Destiny. Grandma closed the document and her gaze became icy, " Are you defending her?" she asked. Her question appalled me, "Who else am I supposed to defend?!" My aunt quickly stood up and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Walker, dear, your grandmother is work

My heels clicked on the polished floors as I walked into the familiar building of my family's company. Moore's Co. was a source of pride for my parents when they were alive. It was a shame they died so early. I headed to the elevator, the low buzz of activity and quiet conversations surrounded me, creating a comforting vibe that felt like, "Welcome home." The elevator opened on the top floor of the building, and I stepped out. My brother's secretary, Sophie, greeted me with a huge grin. "Destiny! It's been ages!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. Sophie and I grew up in the same neighborhood, and you could say she was my childhood friend. I laughed, "You're looking good, Sophie," I complimented and she did a little spin, "Your brother gives great bonuses," she responded. After a little chat, I asked, "Is he in?" "Oh yes. Just go in, he's probably taking a nap on the couch," she said with an eye roll. I chuckled and went into his office. As soon as I stepped in, I felt nostalgi

**Sexual Content Below. Readers under 18 ARE are not allowed to read this.***********************************************The next evening arrived quickly—it was the night of the dinner party. I managed to pull myself off the couch and began getting ready. Just as I was leaving the bathroom after my shower, Walker walked in, a warm smile on his face. "You smell amazing," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind. His nose nuzzled the crook of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine."I tried a new body wash," I replied, switching on the blow dryer as I stood in front of my vanity table. His lips brushed against my neck. "I like it. You smell amazing." His compliment and gentle kiss made my heart flutter. I blushed, “Thanks.” Walker’s gaze met mine in the mirror as he slid a sleek jewelry box across the vanity table, “ I saw this in a magazine and thought of you,” he said. I looked down at the box and picked it up. I opened it carefully and gasped in awe at the simple yet

The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the grand dining hall, a golden chandelier casting a warm glow over elegantly dressed guests. I had never felt more out of place in my life. Walker had left my side only moments ago to speak with one of the board members near the fireplace. I stood by the dessert table, absentmindedly nibbling on a slice of lemon cake, the subtle tartness doing little to ease my nerves. Chairman Terrence's birthday party was everything I'd expected—polished smiles hiding sharp tongues. I watched a waiter pass by with a tray of champagne and sighed, "I wish I could have a drink." "Still pretending you belong here?" An unfamiliar sneer sliced through the air like a knife. I turned slowly, eyes narrowing as a blonde woman glided toward me, a wine glass poised delicately between her fingers. Her crimson gown clung to every curve like it had been stitched onto her skin. Angela Terrence. But I stayed silent, licking frosting from the tip