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51. Bingo

Marissa POV"Yeah, sure. Sure, sure... I can do that," I stammered out, my voice sounding a little too fast, a little too breathless to be considered remotely detached.I tried my absolute best to play it cool, pressing my back firmly against the leather passenger seat, but I felt completely exposed.I was entirely convinced that in the quiet, climate controlled bubble of the luxury car, Xavier could actually hear my heart pounding like a frantic drum against my ribs. It was deafening. My pulse was racing so hard my fingertips were tingling.Why did he have to invite me to be his plus one? Why me, out of every single eligible, high society woman in the city who would gladly clear their entire year's calendar just for a single nod from Xavier Sterling? He could have easily picked anyone. He could have called an elite modeling agency, a wealthy heiress, or even a prominent corporate partner to walk arms locked down a red carpet. But instead, he was turning those dark, heavy eyes toward

52. Mr President

Marissa POV"Woah, woah, woah... careful there, lady. It is not everyday I get to be a knight in shining armor, right?"His deep voice vibrated right against my mouth, the smooth humor in his tone jolting me instantly back into consciousness. My heart was practically throwing itself against my ribs. I tried to move the bones in my body, to pull back and regain some dignity, but my muscles felt completely locked, my body too rigid to move under the intense heat of his grip.Xavier looked down at me, his eyes dancing with a dangerous, playful light. "So, do you want to remain in my arms, Queen? Because I perfectly do not mind..."He actually winked at me.The sheer audacity of that single wink sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my brain, and suddenly, I found all the strength in the world to move. I pushed gently against his solid chest, scrambling back to put some distance between us as my feet found the floor again."Ahem," I cleared my throat loudly, fanning my face as emba

53. Fiancee

Marissa POV"Why are you squeezing the heck out of her waist, Roosevelt? She is going to break!"Xavier’s voice boomed softly over the music as he stepped forward, glaring at James's hand on Alina's hip like it was a loaded weapon.I stood there completely rigid, my jaw slightly slack, because... what the actual fuck?I stared at Xavier in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. He really didn't catch on. In fact, he had just said one of the most stupidest things I have ever heard in my entire life. James was practically holding Alina like she was made of fine glass, his eyes full of soft, protective affection, and Xavier thought he was going to break her? How can someone be so incredibly smart when running a global empire, yet so utterly dumb at the exact same freaking time?Alina quickly cleared her throat, slapping James’s hand away with a nervous, breathless laugh. "Oh, hush, Xavier! He was just saving me from breaking my ankle. Mind your business!"James smoothly tucked his hands into hi

54. The Game Store

Marissa POVThe freezing night air whipped against my face, stinging my eyes, but I pushed forward anyway. I just needed to put as much distance between myself and that glittering, suffocating ballroom as my high heels could manage. Every step in these designer shoes felt like a punishment, the golden fabric of my dress swishing against my legs...a mocking reminder of how foolish I had been to think tonight was a fairytale.Just then, I felt a cold hand snake around my wrist.I froze in my tracks, my heart leaping into my throat. The grip was firm, unyielding, yet carefully controlled so as not to hurt me.I whirled around, my eyes flashing with hot, defensive anger. "Let go of me, Xavier!""Marissa, stop running," Xavier breathed, his dark hair slightly windswept, his tuxedo jacket open and unbuttoned as if he had sprinted out of the VIP hall the second I walked away. His chest rose and fell in heavy, deliberate breaths. "You didn't let me explain.""Explain?" I let out a sharp, incr

55. A Claw Machine

Marissa POV Without waiting for him, I threw open the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. Xavier stared at me for a split second before letting out a helpless sigh, killing the engine, and hurrying out after me.The moment we walked through the arcade doors, the contrast was utterly hilarious. Here we were...a billionaire CEO in a crisp, tailored tuxedo and a lead architect in a sweeping, shimmering gold gown stepping into a noisy, neon lit arcade filled with retro music, flashing lights, and pop up game machines."Marissa, wait, we don't even have coins...." Xavier started, but I marched straight up to the digital token kiosk, slapped my card onto the reader, and traded for a giant plastic cup overflowing with game tokens.I turned around, holding the cup out to him with a deadpan glare. "Take some."Xavier looked at the plastic cup like it was an alien object. "What am I supposed to do with these?""We are playing," I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him straight towar

56. Plush Pink Rabbit

Marissa POVWith my plush pink rabbit tucked firmly under my arm and my gold heels dangling from my fingers, I walked out of the arcade alongside Xavier, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The cold midnight air hit us, but for once, I wasn't shivering...Xavier’s heavy tuxedo jacket was still wrapped around my shoulders, carrying his warm, woodsy scent."I still say that air hockey goal was offside," Xavier said, a rare, relaxed smile on his face as he pushed open the glass doors for me."There are no offsides in air hockey, Mr. CEO," I laughed, looking up at him. "You just need to admit that—""Marissa?"My voice died in my throat. My feet froze against the concrete.Standing right by the curb, illuminated under the harsh yellow streetlights, was Ethan.He was wearing his usual tailored coat, but his hair was slightly disheveled, and his posture was stiff. His eyes darted from my bare feet to the massive cheap plushie under my arm, then to Xavier’s jacket draped over my shoulders, b

57. Get Some Sleep Queen

Marissa POV The city lights blurred into long streaks of silver and gold as Xavier’s sleek sedan cut through the late night streets. My head was heavy against the soft leather headrest, the vodka humming through my veins like a sweet, persistent electric current. Every bump in the road sent a quiet wave of dizziness through me, but I didn't care. I felt ridiculously safe.Because right beside me was Xavier his broad shoulders relaxed, one hand gripping the steering wheel while his other restlessly hovered near the center console, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him."You are staring, Marissa," Xavier muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble in the quiet cabin of the car. He didn't turn his head, but a tiny, faint smirk pulled at the corner of his lips."I am allowed to stare," I slurred slightly, resting my chin against the leather strap of my seatbelt. "You are wearing my favourite suit. And you just carried me out of a bar like a damsel in distress. I think

58. Ugh

Marissa POV My eyes snapped open to the cruel, unforgiving light of the morning sun piercing through my curtains. A low, throbbing ache echoed right behind my temples, making the whole world spin for a second. Ugh. Never drinking vodka again. I sat up slowly, clutching my head, and looked over at my nightstand. Right there sat a tall glass of ice water, two painkillers, and... my giant pink plush rabbit from the arcade, sitting upright in the armchair like a fluffy, silent bodyguard. A wave of fragmented memories hit me—the arcade, the claw machine, the gold dress—but after that? Pitch darkness. Wrapping my plush robe tightly around myself, I tiptoed out of the bedroom, fully expecting Xavier to have vanished during the night. Instead, I stopped dead in my tracks at the entrance of the living room. Folded awkwardly on my small couch was a towering, six-foot-plus billionaire. Xavier was fast asleep, his long legs dangling over the armrest, his crisp white dress shirt rumpled and

59. Me And Him

Marissa POV A week had passed since the catastrophe at the gala, and the corporate tension had taken on a whole new shape. Cassandra’s father hadn't lost his seat at the table....men with his level of wealth and influence don't get erased overnight but Xav had publicly torched the engagement talk for good. Just like that, the multi million dollar merger between our companies was dead in the water. I heard Cassandra Vance has been fuming all week.As for Ethan, he still hadn't signed the divorce papers I’d sent weeks ago. His lawyer had delivered a polite, formal notice urging him to sign the initial drafts, but Ethan himself had gone completely radio silent.I knew him better than that, though. Ethan wasn't giving up. He was just playing a waiting game stupidly convinced that if he gave me enough rope, I’d stew alone and come running back home like I always used to.He couldn't have been more wrong.The front door to my apartment slammed open Friday evening. Hailey marched in holding

60. As You Wish

Marissa POV His hands didn't pause. Sliding beneath the pool of silver fabric, his broad hands clamped firm over the curve of my waist, dragging me forward until the lip of the marble counter bit sharply into the back of my thighs. The icy stone beneath me was a brutal shock against the heat flooding my skin, making a sharp gasp catch in the back of my throat."Quiet, well unless you want the whole person on this block know what we are here which I definitely don't mind," he rasped into the dark, his voice lowered into a deep, masked rumble that sent a violent shiver down my spine."The room is soundproofed," I breathed, my hands darting out blind to slide inside his unbuttoned shirt. My bare palms flattened against the broad, rigid wall of his chest, feeling the fast, heavy thud of his heart beneath my touch. "I checked.""Good to know," he growled.He bent his head, trapping me against the counter as his mouth found the sensitive juncture where my neck met my shoulder. He bit down

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