All Chapters of A Love Too Close : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven MiraAnnie's POVAs soon as I stepped out of the company building, a black limousine stopped in front of me.A man in a black suit opened the door, and that was when I saw Grey’s mum smiling warmly at me.“Hey there, sweetheart. Can we hang out for a while?”I smiled and bowed my head slightly. “M–Mrs. James.”“Just call me Mum. You’re his fiancee. Practically his future wife.” She smiled wider. “Come on, hop in.”“O–okay…”I thought we were heading back to their house, but instead, we stopped at a quiet sit-out.“So,” she began, sipping her orange juice, “how is it going with Grey at his private house? You must have missed each other after being apart for so long. It’s the perfect place to reconnect fully again. I hope you like it.”“H–huh? Oh, yes. I love it. It’s beautiful. Honestly, I thought it belonged to a whole community,” I said smiling.“But Grey told me you gave it to him as a gift.”She smiled, drank some orange juice, and looked at me

Chapter Thirteen Deals and DilemmasAnnie's POVI stepped out of the MD's office and walked briskly back toward the marketing floor, my mind already racing ahead of my feet.Mr. Leo Alexander Hart.Just the thought of his name tightened something in my chest. I reached my desk and immediately began packing my things in a hurry."Annie?" Christy's voice came from beside me, laced with confusion. "Why are you packing like someone's chasing a flight?""I need to step out," I replied, still stuffing my bag."Step out?" She frowned. "You literally just resumed today.""I know."She leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Where are you going?"I finally looked up at her. "I'm going to get Mr. Leo Hart's contract."Her eyes widened instantly. "Wait, what?!""Yes."Christy blinked like she hadn't heard properly. "Hold on. Isn't that Catherine's team's job? They've been bragging about that contract for weeks. They haven't even finished securing their other clients yet

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Chapter Sixteen Breaking PointAnnie's POVThe taxi pulled up to Grey's house, and I sat there for a moment, staring at the front door. My heart was pounding. I didn't know what to expect. Yelling? Accusations? Silence?I paid the driver and stepped out, my legs feeling heavier with each step toward the door. When I walked inside, the house was quiet."Grey?" I called softly.No answer.I walked further in, my bag still hanging from my shoulder, and noticed a light coming from his office down the hall.I took a deep breath and walked toward it. The door was slightly open.Grey was sitting at his desk, laptop open in front of him, his face illuminated by the screen. He was still wearing his work clothes, shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. He didn't look up when I entered."G–Grey," I said quietly. "I'm... I'm home.""I know," he said, his voice calm. He finally looked up at me, his expression unreadable."How was the gala?" he asked.I blinked, caug

Chapter Eighteen Only For The NightAnnie's POVI closed the bedroom door softly behind me and leaned my back against it.My heart was beating too fast. From where I stood the house was quiet, just the distant sound of the front door closing as they stepped outside onto the porch. I could not hear anything at first. Just the muffled night sounds outside and the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and my own breathing which I was trying very hard to slow down.I slid down slowly until I was sitting on the floor with my back against the door and my knees pulled up to my chest. My hands were shaking. Then I heard the front door open again. Footsteps in the hallway. Two sets of them. They had come back inside and now Matteo's voice was closer, carrying through the bedroom wall in broken pieces, sharp and tight with everything he was feeling. I still could not hear every word. Just enough. Just the tone of it and the occasional phrase slipping through the w