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“Remember when she swore off men completely and announced she was going to stay single forever?” My face burns instantly. “Please don’t remind me.” Juliette gasps dramatically. “Wait, was that before or after the speech about becoming a rich aunt who raises horses and lives alone in a barn because Val will be in the city?”

ASHLEY P.O.V "I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word.

“For now, just get her out of my digital hair. I trust you.” As Polina retreated, Lucien watched her leave before turning back to me. “What's the Grant drama? You look like a man dodging landmines.” Taking deep calming breaths, I exhaled. “Olivia Grant. Apparently, my existence is now considered juicy enough to be her fertile foundation for a stellar Olivia Grant mystery novel.” “Olivia Grant? The one-hit wonder who landed on the New York Times bestseller list with that thriller about the senator’s mistress? That Olivia Grant?”

“Ari put a wall up. But I don’t know how long she will stay silent.” “We should mate before they take back over,” I growl a little, hoping she will just let me mount her already. “I’m okay with that,” Juliet turns around. As I am about to mount her to complete the mating process and finally enjoy my mate, she runs away. “Get back here!” I growl, taking off after her. It’s December in Upstate New York, and the snow is 2 feet deep. Juliet is unfazed by the snow, the terrain, and my chasing her.

“So what do you say?” I gulp. “No.” He raises a brow. “No?” “Absolutely not.” I say more firmly. “I’m not something you can keep.” “A million dollars.” He murmurs, leaning closer. My heart skips a beat. “Be my personal whore,” he continues, voice low, “and I’ll pay you a million dollars. Monthly.”

“I assure you, Mr. Black, I have all the respect for marriage and your daughter. I promise to be my best for her.” Henry returned, and Martin took a deep breath. “Henry, thank you for a lovely evening and your conversation, but Nancy and I must be making our way home.” Salvatore’s father rested his arm around Martin’s shoulders. “It’s been a pleasure, friend. It seems we’ll be seeing more of each other now.” The three men went to join the women, then walked Martin and Nancy out. “I should really be going too. I have quite a long drive ahead of me tonight,” Julia said. She lived outside the city, and although she had the money to afford a driver, she’d arrived in her own car.