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The man had shrugged and said, “Maybe you have an admirer. Could be worse.” Could be worse. The phrase had echoed in his head all night. He hadn’t told anyone about the latest incident—the one where his sketchbook, the one he kept hidden under a pile of clothes in his closet, had been left open on his kitchen counter. The page showed a half-finished portrait of Evan. He didn’t remember ever showing it to him. He didn’t even remember drawing the details so precisely. The shade of green in the eyes, the faint scar under the jawline—it was as if someone had been guiding his hand.

Fuck I need to stop starring at him before he thinks I am some creepy crazy woman. He looks over and sees me watching him. He smiles, and I smile back. Yes, stud come to mama. I am going to talk to him after he finishes playing volleyball. I am going to do it today. I decide to roll over and get some sun on my back. I continue pretending to read my book, but I am watching him. I think he might be watching me too. I hope so. Maybe he wants an older woman to show him a few things. Trust me, sweetie, I can show you things you won’t get from those young twenty-something sluts you have been fucking around with all summer. Come home with mama. I will take good care of you.

I didn’t even bother knocking, I just pushed the door open. The office smelled of fresh leather and expensive cologne. A tall man stood by the window, back turned, hands tucked neatly in his pockets. “Good morning, sir,” I said, a bit breathless. “I’m your new secretary—” Then he turned around. My breath caught. Braxton. My stomach dropped and my legs almost gave out. This same man? First a one-night stand, then my best friend’s supposed groom, and now my new boss? His eyes were locked on mine, with that same smirk curling on his lips as if the universe was playing his favorite joke.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

Holy shit, there's something behind those books. I'm examining the bookcase closest to the wall, every fucking inch. Now I see it. There's just a little gap between the outside one and the next one. The others are screwed tight. This is a fucking door. Really? This is so cliché, a secret fucking door. But why? Gold, baby, that's why.

The Billionaire's Secret Obsession Claimed by My Best Friends Dad Hope fell hopelessly in love with the billionaire Ashton Greenspan, but their love is forbidden because he is her best friend's father. Despite the potentially disastrous consequences, she ventures into a dangerous game of seduction with the man who makes her sigh. With his muscular physique and dazzling fortune, Ashton becomes her irresistible obsession. Will they be able to overcome the barriers of love and find happiness together, or are they destined for a life of secrets and deceits?

One knock, and everything would change. The door opened before she could raise her hand. He was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk that seemed to command the entire room. Lucian Blackwood. Tall, impeccably dressed, and radiating authority so strong it seemed to make the air itself sharper. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his gray eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach knot. They were not merely eyes. They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth.

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“This one weaves mystery and magic, but underneath, it’s a story about trust and power.” Her face softened. “I’ll take it.” As I wrapped the book, another man stepped in, younger, sharp-eyed, dressed in a rumpled suit. His gaze swept the shelves with a hunger I recognized all too well. “Looking for something… thrilling,” he said, voice low. I leaned forward slightly. “Try The Silent Corner, it’s about secrets that change everything.” He nodded, brows furrowed, then murmured, “Secrets change everything.” The bell jingled again. A teenager, headphones around his neck, glanced nervously at the counter. “Uh, do you have any fantasy? Like with dragons?”

Barry left her alone to go to the kitchen. Her curiosity is one of the things that she hates about herself. When there's something bothering her, she will do everything she can to know more about it. She loves learning new things, and uncovering secrets. And now that she knows more about her lineage, she wants to understand everything. "Book of Demonology?" She found a book hidden behind a pile of old journals. From the look of it, someone hid the book intentionally. It was thick and old, and dusty. As she flipped through the pages, she saw something that caught her attention.