NATALIE’S POVPeter sat across from me like he had every right to be there, like he wasn’t the reason my life had detonated twice before I managed to glue it back together. “What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice cool, unbothered.He ignored the question entirely. “I’m impressed, honestly,” he said, gaze sweeping over me. “Private brunches, invites to launch parties, Pilates memberships, and yet… not a single photo online. No tabloids, no gossip sites. Nothing. Almost impossible for someone who loves constant attention.”I lifted a brow. “Those are the perks,” I said smoothly, “of living in a city where people have actual money. They don’t need to validate themselves by posting every grain of salt on their avocado toast. And they respect privacy.”I leaned back. “Unlike you, Peter. I know you can’t resist sticking your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”His smile sharpened—not amused, just dangerous. “Careful, Natalie.”“You don’t get to tell me—”“I don’t care who you p
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