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Mirabella Light hit my eyes, not directly though, it came in waves, after a few seconds. I peeled one eye open to find my curtain dancing, covering me one moment and allowing the sun the next. I slung an arm over my eyes and right on cue my senses returned. And so did memories from the week. The phantom weight of hands that weren't really there, touching me, my heart still pounding from a dream I couldn't fully remember.I lay there a moment longer, breathing through it, doing the thing Cassie had taught me years ago — naming five things I could see, four I could touch, until the room resolved back into itself and I slowly returned to myself. I sat up, groaning and rubbing my eyes. Sleeping yesterday was nearly impossible and I was sure I wouldn't have gotten any sleep if I didn't take the sleeping pills I safely kept with Cassie.Speaking of Cassie, I turned to the side she had slept on, then to the vanity. Her robe and towel was

MirabellaThe restaurant Zoya picked didn't have prices on the menu, which was usually Theo's tell for how a place was secure and free from nosy reporters. The higher the bill, the lower the chance of just anyone with a camera getting past the entrance.It was one of those restaurants where you either have a membership or an invite.Coded and dimly lit yet so premium.Zoya was already seated when we arrived, wine in hand. I wondered if it wasn't uncomfortable wearing her shades in a room as dim as this, plus it was night time.Outside was much clearer though, not as dark as inside made it feel, dusk was just giving way for the darkness. I could see Theo watching me as he settled into a tall chair. The place have you a sense of incognito and the caliber of people in it didn't need to announce how much of the one percent they were.Sergei peeled off behind a table near the entrance, blending in completely at the bar area.

Harper There's a particular kind of ruin that doesn't show on the outside. It implodes and ruins you completely while you grapple with your self reservation and the wreckage in your heart. I was consumed, haunted by my own reservations rather than being like my brother who was always upfront with what he wanted. I second guessed myself every single time I could have had it with Bella. My ruining had started somewhere around the second year of college. I'd painfully watched her perform for Theodore, sweep hair behind her ear, even feign ignorance but Theo had been oblivious, stupid in other words. My brother did not notice her then. Imagine how it tormented me that he'd suddenly grown feelings so intense that he married the woman I loved carefully from afar.My heart was petrifying, scalding away, the way rot finishes a beam long before the roof actually falls.I stood in the Weston gallery a good ten minutes before Zoya arriv

TheoBella spun around, my hand still firm on her waist. Her eyes drenched heavily in need, her chest rose and fell leading my eyes to her chest, her boobs puckered tightly against the soft silk of her top.She watched me watch the pebbles against her top like someone starved of water then swallowed. “Ciel.” It was soft and the breathlessness of it pulsed right through me. My thumb caressed her plump lips. “Mon Dieu... tu me rends fou.” My God... you drive me crazy.My hand moved with dexterity as I undid the knot slowly, one hand flat against her bare back to steady her while the fabric loosened, all the while our eyes were locked. The top pooled around her waist, her boobs hung free of the fabric and whatever was left of my restraint simply gave out entirely. I kissed her soft first, betraying my need to claim every inch of her. It was so achingly, deliberately soft before it turned rough, hungry, my hand sliding into her hair to angl