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Changing me into someone I didn’t recognize. Or maybe it was just bringing out parts of myself I’d always hidden. I shook my head again, trying to clear the dark thoughts. I needed a distraction. Something to pull me out of this spiral before I drowned in it. My eyes landed on the edge of a book peeking out from under my bed. The romance novel. I’d shoved it there this yesterday, embarrassed after my “yoga” incident with Rylan. I pulled it out, flipping to where I’d left off last night. Chapter fifteen.

I don't like reading at all but I must, because I don't seem to concentrate anymore. All my thoughts are just to do things unnecessarily. I can't blame my heart. I chose to love her but not to be distracted by her love. I think about her all the time. All the memories we shared together wouldn't stop coming to my mind. I will distract myself from it, hell no! It won't work that way. I will always get distracted. I find myself thinking about her hips and her curves. Her shape wouldn't stop blaring at me. I am tired of everything. I think I need to concentrate on another thing and that is why my solace will be on books.

This book could've been a success because I personally think that my plot is great and original but I totally blew it. Great job Amaya. It's not too late though. My due date is not until 7 p.m. and it is now nine in the morning. If I work my fingers fast enough, I could maybe finish by then. Okay, but for that to happen, I need zero distractions. God knows how easily distracted I get. I quickly hopped out of my bed to fetch my laptop which was silently resting on my desk beside me. Okay Amaya you got this. As soon as I opened my laptop my phone rang. The caller ID indicated that it was my best friend Destiny calling. Of course, I picked up.

There was just the perfect amount of light to make her see the text of the book. She began reading the first opening lines of the book but soon realized, to her annoyance, that the hum of voices she’d heard when she’d been beneath the balcony was not fainter here, as she’d hoped, but even louder—by some trick of architecture or sound---and clearer, and even more distracting. Oh damn. She snapped the book shut. Bits and snippets of conversation and groans…? Carried to where she sat. she tried to deafen herself, to block out the voices by focusing hard on the book, but she had never been good at reading in noisy areas, and to be honest, had always been easily distracted, and so in the end, she

We both got to the office and continued with the remaining work. I sat on the sofa like always and went back to read the remaining books while he was doing something on his computer, getting busy with the work. I didn't even check the name of the book while picking it up. All I ever wanted was to turn my focus on something else so I could forget everything that has been bothering me. To get distracted from all the things that had been bothering me from the time Gabriel chose to speak about the past and to the incident in the lobby. I turned the pages, again and again, and fucking again. Trying to focus...

Before my humiliation could deepen, my hand wrapped around the handle of my book bag, snatching it up before lunging out of the cafeteria. Each step added to the overbearing sensation, but North's command sat at the back of my mind. 'Run.' So I did. My legs shook from the pace and anticipation of what it was he might've had planned for me. Each step closer heightened my determination, though. Whatever it was he wanted, he could have, as long as he was ready to fuck me raw in return.

It was so bad, I completely lost my train of thought and had to end the meeting early. I'm being completely ridiculous and this needs to stop. That’s why as soon as I come back to my apartment, I get ready to do what I always do when I'm spiraling and I want to distract myself. I open a new book, make some tea and read about a new fictional world where everything is easy, men aren’t evil psychopaths and there are no bad consequences to pursuing love. But somewhere between chapter seven and eight, I let my mind go rogue for just a second. So it casts Bram Kent as the leading male. Protective, possessive and crazy with want.

"How did you get the divorce papers? How dare you work with Whitney to forge them? What gave you the courage, Mr. Wrey, huh?" Henry tore the papers in half and flung them violently at Mr. Wrey, who got so frightened by it that he almost fell to his knees. "I would never dare lie to you, Mr. Jordan. Those papers are real, and I got them processed legally according to Ms. Sands' instructions. You can look into it if you don't believe me or even check with Ms. Sands about it!" "I never signed anything with Whitney…" Henry sneered, but he suddenly stopped when the memory of a stormy day came to his mind. He remembered how loud the rumbling thunder was, and Lexie had called him, claiming that Pat

I needed to focus on finding a solution to my pent-up desires, not fantasize about a manwhore like Hunter. With determination, I made my way to the library. Maybe burying myself in books would distract me from the raging storm inside. As I entered the quiet space, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The hushed whispers and studious atmosphere were a stark contrast to the chaos of my own thoughts.

Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.