All Chapters of A Love Once Lost: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Anastasia Greene Johnson“Look, here’s my first cousin — an engineer, no less! He works at this—”“Brynn, please, enough.” I swatted her phone away from my face, my patience unraveling faster than an old spool of thread. “We’ve still got three more pizzas to prepare. Let’s get a move on!” I shoved the dough into her hand, a silent command for her to get rolling.“Ana, just this one last time. I swear you’ll adore him. He’s—”“Well, then, why don’t you date him, Brynn, since you’re so smitten?” I shot her a sardonic glance, my tone dripping with exasperation as I pivoted towards the sauce station.“Aww, how I wish I could!” She quipped with a devilish grin. “But you know I’m already spoken for and I doubt Nick would fancy the idea of a ménage à trois and I’m not into incestuous relationships either.”“Brynn. . .” I shot her a withering look, one eyebrow arched with disbelief, my voice tinged with concern. “What is wrong with you?” Her reply came as a sarcastic chuckle.“Oh, plenty.” Sh

Alexander Finnegan Robertson It was becoming painfully obvious that the girl wasn’t nearly as sharp as her fiery temperament had led me to believe. When she mentioned her ‘friend’s’ sports car, one eyebrow rose almost of its own accord. Hmm. . . a friend, is it? That sounded suspiciously like a polite euphemism for someone she had slept with. Sugar-daddy, perhaps? The thought amused me, if only for its sheer absurdity. Yet the theory didn’t quite hold water. She couldn’t have looked much older than seventeen or eighteen. A sugar-daddy at that age? Aside from sounding morally questionable, it hardly sounded legal—or remotely tasteful. Still, who was I to judge? She was old enough to know what she was doing. And if she really was that sort of girl, then perhaps it worked in my favour. As expected. Just another gold digger. That should make it easier to catch her attention. Seeing that I remained silent, she promptly took the opportunity to steer the conversation so

Anastasia Greene Johnson “This guy’s twenty-eight, a businessman and—” “What sort of business does he run?” I interrupted, my curiosity piquing as Brynn swiped through yet another potential suitor on the dating app she’d so generously installed on her phone. She had even created an account in my name, as though I were some unfortunate puppet being tugged along by her matchmaking strings. “Well. . .” She hesitated. That tiny pause immediately set off alarm bells in my head. I narrowed my eyes. “What’s wrong? Is he running some shady operation?” I asked suspiciously. “No. . . his bio says it’s legal.” I raised an eyebrow. That somehow sounded more suspicious than reassuring. “What the heck kind of business does he have, Brynn?” I pressed, my patience beginning to fray. “W-well. . . you know, it doesn’t really matter.” “Huh? Of course it matters! I can’t date a freakin’ drug dealer. Come on, show me.” I reached for the phone, but she snatched it away. “Okay, okay. . .” she st

Anastasia Greene Johnson“Brynn, I swear to—”“Shh. . . just a little bit more.” She interrupted me before I could finish, her fingers moving with maddening precision through my hair as she continued braiding it. Apparently, she had spent the entire night yesterday learning new braiding techniques specifically for my date. And, as it turned out, that had only been the beginning of my suffering. Yesterday, she had dragged me to the salon after work for what she called a “complete makeover”, forcing me to sit there for hours while she entertained herself outside with Ruslan. Now she was meticulously fussing over every last strand of my hair as though my life depended on it. At this point, I was beginning to wonder whether there was ever going to be an end to this torture. Someone, please. . . rescue me from this madwoman.“Brynn, the clock is ticking!” I complained, glancing anxiously towards the clock. “It’s already four-thirty! How much longer is this going to take? He’ll b

Anastasia Greene Johnson The scene before me was a glaring contradiction to everything I had wanted from this evening. This is a complete disaster. Exactly what I didn’t want. Why does this look so ridiculously romantic? I wanted to scream at the waiter, but instead, I managed a polite smile.“Are you sure this is the right place?”“Um. . . y-yeah.” He glanced around nervously. “As far as I remember, this is exactly how Mr. Robertson asked us to decorate it.” He looked like a frightened schoolboy who had accidentally wandered into the wrong classroom and was waiting to be told off. I sighed, rubbing my temples.“Okay. Fine. Thank you for your help.” He bowed quickly before disappearing. I lowered myself into the chair, already bracing myself for what promised to be a very long and very awkward evening. A few minutes later, Alexander finally appeared. He slipped into the chair opposite me, wearing a smile that somehow looked charming and guarded at the same time.“So.