"Well, it depends on how hard you work towards it," I said, stepping closer into his space. The scent of him wrapped around me. Jaxson didn’t hesitate, he took my hand, his skin warm against mine, and pressed a lingering kiss to my knuckles. He looked up, a playful, devastatingly handsome smile spreading across his face as he held my gaze."I'm Montgomery, Valerie. We don't just work hard, we win." he whispered.He led me to the SUV, and soon we were tucked away in a small, dimly lit bistro in the Village. It wasn't the sparkling towers of Midtown, it was a place with flickering candles in wax-caked wine bottles and a view of a quiet, cobblestone street. We sat there for hours over plates of mediocre pasta that neither of us really tasted. We talked about everything, the weight of our last names, the absurdity of fame, and the strange, quiet moments we both craved. By the time he dropped me off, the world felt shifted.The following weeks were a blur of adrenaline and digital noise. W
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