Ava sat stiffly on Nolan’s bed, clearly uncomfortable. He had given her two choices… walk in and take her phone, or leave it behind and go. And now here she was.“Give me my phone,” she said again, for what felt like the fifth time.Nolan didn’t answer. He just stood there, leaning casually, still wrapped in nothing but a towel, watching her.Ava quickly looked away, refusing to let her eyes linger on his body.A slow smirk spread across his lips.“You know,” he said, his voice low, almost amused, “your interviews… they shaped me more than you’d ever imagine. I may be a rich heir, but everything I’ve built for myself? That drive came from watching you.”He took a step closer.“Meeting you was my biggest dream,” he added, his gaze locking onto hers.He paused briefly.“And wanting you…” his voice dropped slightly, more intense now, “that’s something I’ve never been able to ignore.”“Those interviews were meant for women, not men,” Ava said coldly, her eyes narrowing at him. “And don’t
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