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Minimalist makeup

Ariana's POV Folding my brows, I stare at the smaller text at the bottom of the photo and I saw that he had deleted the banner. Like he made a mistake earlier sending it. Then he sent a link to the ‘THERAPY CHAT’ podcast show, something about ‘PTSD.’ Dang, it's not an invitation to the party. I guess he's being strictly professional, or he's not going himself. Well, which one was it? “You still up?” His text popped up again, and I ran my hand over the side of my neck before typing. ‘I’m— ‘I— I cleared the text, blowing out a breath. ‘Yeah.’ Maybe he wanted to call. But I wasn't in the mood to pretend I wasn't disappointed about not being invited to the party. ‘Ok. Goodnight,’ he texted, and my face fell. Seriously? Was that all? Zoey was right. He's actually boring. Puffing a breath, I turned on my back, then rolled to my side, unable to close my eyes for a good minute. Back at home, when I had trouble sleeping, I'd sit by my window looking into the sky for the moon

He’s millennial

Ariana's POV I found myself backing into a corner. Fortunately, a car was parked just behind me. Probably the owner thought it made sense to park right in front of someone's house. Then I crouched behind it, my heart thumping so loud that I could hear it. Curiosity ate me up, and I cocked my head from around the corner of the car, peeking. An average-height man, whom I didn't recognize, stepped out of the car, his hair shaved and in a black suit, as he was on the phone. I couldn't make out what he was saying or the language itself. Not like it was any of my business. But he was right in front of our house. Soon, he started walking towards our house, and he unbuckled his fly as if he wanted to pee. The next thing I saw was a flash of metal, he turned it in his hand as he lifted it up. My face paled, and my palms pressed against the car went cold as I spotted a gun… Who was he, and why was he in front of our house with a gun? On impulse, I dipped my hand into my bag for my

Why do you always run?

Ariana's POV When our eyes met, she smiled down at me, the corners of her lips twitching a bit. Then she took the seat next to me. “How's everyone doing?” She asked, her eyes still on me. I flashed a tight smile at her before turning to Liam, who loosened his tie, shifting in his seat. “No, how are you? Oh, I know, you're glowing.” Ella complimented, but she waved it off. “Don’t start, Ella. I’m not.” She said. “Won't you say hi to Liam? I love cool exes.” The younger guy next to Codey blurted, and everyone including me, exchanged uncomfortable glances. “Tim, next time read the room.” Codey said under his breath, but I read his lips. Ella nudged him to stop talking while he gave the "Whattt!" Look Liam just turned to her, stretching his hand from across me to her for a handshake. “Nice to see you, Pen. It's been a while.” He said, his face expressionless even as Pen took his hand, forcing a smile. “Same here. Maybe I should have stopped myself from coming to sa

30 seconds late

Ariana's POV The atmosphere shifted as I sensed Mom's arm wrapped around mine, her nails digging into the blades of my shoulder.I didn’t feel pain that much. At least not on the outside.“She's…just a kid. You know how kids like to do whatever they want.” Mom chuckled dryly as she kept her eyes on Vincent, whose focus was now on the screen in front of him.Gideon’s desktop.“This child looks well over 20, Cici. Not a kid.” He said, and Mom's face creased a bit.Probably not liking how he put his words.“We're just trying to keep her safe, not cage her. Next time try harder to get her to open up about where she's going.” He finished, a condescending tone to his words, and my brow rose a bit as Mom wet her lips, swallowing words.Well, was it normal to talk to your cousin’s wife like she’s no better than a help? Rude.And what did he say about me looking a lot like Dad? “Did you say you knew—“ “Time to go now. Don't distract your uncle.” Mom cut me off, literally dragging me out of

Cross a line

Ariana's POV “Mafia?” I repeated, nodding as if I understood a thing.A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he observed me.“You don't really believe me, do you?”Wetting my lips, my eye flicked from the file to his eyes."Um... I think there are a lot of things beyond human understanding so I'll take your words for it.” “You see, I wish it was that simple.”He leaned back into the chair.“Finding myself in front of this desk and being in charge of bringing healing to these people. It's a miracle.”“Why do you think it is?” I asked.He gave a faraway look as if contemplating whether to say it or not.“I could have been among the ones that needed healing. There was a 99% chance.”My heart squeezed in empathy, and I found myself reaching for his hands.“I don't know anything about the mafia. But if it makes you feel better. I'd say you turned out fine.”“Getting yourself out was a brave thing to do.” I said, and he covered my hands with his own.That was when I shifted in my sea

You want me dead?

Ariana’s POV Martins knocked, and on confirmation from Liam, he stepped aside, and I went in. I found Liam on call with someone over the landline, and I dug my nails into my palms as I waited, desperate to get this done and over with. When he placed the phone down, he lifted his eyes, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Take a seat, Ariana.” I stood still. Unmoving. My eyes only flicked to him sometimes, while the rest of the time they were on the files on his desk. “I think it's inappropriate for me to take a seat in my boss’s office without an appointment.” I said, and Liam folded his arms across his chest. “But I'm giving you permission to. It's personal.” Brushing a stubborn strand out of my face, I bit my lips. “Personal. That's the problem. I think we're getting too personal." He adjusted in his seat, folding his brows. “Are you saying I make you uncomfortable?” “No. But you watching my every move and bossing me around isn't far from it.” I blurted, regrettin

Don’t tempt me

Gideon's POV My arm ached. In fact, my whole body did. But seeing Ariana’s angelic face in front of me, her chestnut brown hair tied up in a messy bun with those strands sticking to her forehead. The way her eyes bulged as she stared at my open wound and how soft and tender her fingers felt in mine made everything better. For a minute, I imagined throwing away my past and deleting every sinful, dark history of mine so I’d start on a clean slate. A clean slate where I can start over again with her by my side. But Derek wouldn't want that. He made me vow to protect her. I owed him at least that. “I…don't…u…understand you or—" she paused. “I'll just go get Mom for you.” She said, standing on her feet, but I pulled her back, causing her to stumble before landing on my lap. “Gideon.” She warned, wriggling from my hold. I groaned as her movement made the bones under my wound snap, and she froze. “I'm sorry. Did I make it hurt?” She stopped protesting as she reached for the arm,

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