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His face was contorted in a scowl, but it was so red, I wondered if it was from anger or something else. “What the hell, Pearce? Do you hate being treated nicely? You want me to go back to shoving dirt down your throat?” He tried to wiggle free from my grasp and succeeded in doing so. “You would like that, right? I bet you’re just waiting to get your new car so you wouldn’t have to pretend anymore, huh?” I know I was dense when it came to reading human emotions sometimes, but something told me that Anthony was worried about something completely unrelated to his pottery or his sister.

"Sorry. It's just so good." "I'd be disappointed in Pierre had he not elicited that reaction from you." "Pierre cooked this?" Anthony simply nods as he takes a bite of his own. "Does he cook for everyone?" I ask as I take a salmon canapé. Anthony simply quirks an eyebrow as if he thinks I'm asking a stupid question. "Only for the ones he met 27 years ago." "Pierre is now my favorite person." His eyes darken at that. "Who was it before? That Warren boy?" He asks.

growled Anthony, ignoring Rhone the stranger continued to lash flirty jabs at me, "Do you taste as sweet as you look?", Anthony bang his fists against his desk, "I SAID TO FUCKING LEAVE HER ALONE PETER ATKINS!" Even though Anthony's voice stood tall and strong and made me piss my pants a little, it had no effect on the man, he only smirked, blew me a kiss, and left. Who the fuck was that? And why did Anthony get so defensive?

Her phone vibrated. ~A book?~ It read. ~Yes. Find out what it means.~ ~On it.~ ************* Anthonio was still unsettled. Something was off. He went back to the rear end and took the right turn. He reached the door that sat at the ending and twisted the knob. He stepped in and locked the door. His eyes assessed everywhere for any form of intruding. He couldn't find anything. Everything was in place. He moved towards a specific book area and reached out to a book with black binding.

"Pierre? Did he actually come back? What right does he have to live here? Who agreed to let him stay here?" The maid did not dare to answer when she saw that Paisley was furious. Footsteps could be heard from the stairs. The second son of the Anthony family, Pierre Anthony, put his hands in his pockets and came down from the stairs. He saw Paisley and sneered. "You're back? I was going to the hospital to see you." Paisley was full of anger when she saw Pierre. "Who let you live here? This is Hardy's villa. Why are you here? Go to a hotel, there is no place for you here!"

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

So much for keeping his feelings about Talia to himself. Anthony led Talia into his office, and she looked around curiously. He had an entire wall of bookshelves with one of those ladders that were sometimes in libraries. It was impressive. Talia didn’t read much, but books fascinated her…or more likely, the way some people loved books fascinated her. All the volumes on Anthony’s shelves were leather bound with fancy gold lettering on them, but none of them appeared to be books she could curl up with. “They’re all legal books, unfortunately,” Anthony said, coming to stand beside her. “But look.”

He walked into a random aisle, pulling out the first book he got his hands onto before bringing it over to Rosie to check it out. Rosie peered down at the book, a questioning look flashing in her eyes. "'The Mormon People'," she noted, looking at him in amusement. "Interesting choice." Anthony's face flushed a shade of scarlet. "Research," he coughed out. Rosie let out a quiet laugh as she rang up the book and handed it to him. "Happy reading." "Happy travels, Rosie."

“Guess I’ll do it myself then, you helped yourself to my wife here after all, I should do the same don’t you think” “Watch it” Ian’s voice could have cut glass. The man returns it with a sharp grin. “Katy is it? I am Anthony Pierce and I can say it’s quite a pleasure to finally meet you” he doesn’t make to shake my hand and I was grateful for that. Instead I managed a curt nod. “Come find me if you tire of this bastard” his nostrils flared. I jerked back at the heated look he flings at me, right in the presence of his wife. What a pig. Fingers tightens around my waist as Ian pulls me into his side.

I flinched. Even though I hated the rumpled, mismatched two-piece she wore—blue and purple? Really?—I couldn’t take my eyes off her. To be fair, I paid enough for my staff to wear killer corporate looks, my instinct argued. Another woman behind the counter, grabbed the book from her. “He released a new one?” she asked, practically bouncing. “Man is on fire!” It was clear they were talking about Anthony’s latest novel. But what I couldn’t understand was... why did I care?

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Pie two, Bill and Reighnard. "Me and muscles over here? Sweet!" Bill says under a full mouth. "Reighnard you base your attacked solely on strength", she says. "That's where you fall short. Bill has potential and unlike you he has strategies." "That must be the nicest thing you've said about me", Bill says right before stuffing his mouth with even more food. "Pie three. Tom and Buck." She says, "Tom you're too calm and wasteful, Buck you're too tensd and conservative. Complement each other. Pie Four, Tommick and Steronick ", she finishes.

- Sonya Scott- Thank you for leaving a review :) - Chapter 48: Pull - Aaliyah and Antonio were currently at dinner with his family, not all of them, just his parents, and his half-siblings. The table was quiet, only Britany was talking, she didn't seem to mind the discomfort coming from them as she would bring them into her conversations, Antonio looked like he wanted to run out the restaurant, his father had the same expression his face. "Xanye have you found someone willing to publish your book?" Aaliyah asked Antonio's half-brother shook his head.