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“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

The shapely defined features of her hair move forward to hide her face,the gesture was so little yet so sensual. He hesitated before reaching for her and caught a whiff of a fresh,floral scent that did strange things to his body. Her scent had tantalized his senses all day. His throat went dry as he reached for her again,his fingers travelled down her soft,exposed flesh,his breath shuddered out of his chest. He deepened his touch, pulling her closer,every instinct in him was screaming that this was a mistake. He had already star ted and there was no going back.

Her scent clung to him, and on those nights they were aware, he would always find himself missing it. He pulled back abruptly when he heard her snort. He thought he woke her up, but she only snuggled her body closer. The corners of Nico’s mouth turned up when he heard her little snores. It sounded cute just like her. He was so lost watching her that he forgot the time. He just realized that they were home when the car stopped. He looked outside to see that pristine white structure of the Castiliogne Villa. To the outside world, it was a symbol of wealth, prestige, and influence, but to Nico Bernardi, this house represented all the things that he wanted to forget - his other responsibiliti

Bryan declared as the car came to a halt, and he opened the door. "Don't come with me, I'll be fine," I ushered him back when he wanted to go with me. As I stepped into the boutique, my mind raced and my breath caught in my throat. 'Didn't I tell Bryan to take me to a classic one? This was beyond classic.' As I pushed the door open, my eyes widened in shock, a feeling of awe washed over me. I had never seen such extravagance before. The boutique shone before my eyes, like a gemstone. It's sleek glass reflecting the vibrant hues of designer gowns and lots of sparkling jewelries. The scale of wealth on display made me feel like I was on another planet.

I return to the palace, after tiring myself in my forays into these new lands. Jafar informs me where the library is and that there is a plethora of old books, classics of English literature, French and I find Gabriela’s Clove and Cinnamon version in English, besides Captains of Sand and Tereza Batista, all of Jorge Amado, apparently we have a lover of Brazilian literature here in Bahrain. I take a volume of “Grandes sertões veredas” and decide to re-read, writers like Jorge Amado, João Ubaldo Ribeiro, Guimarães Rosa are never too much, it is always a new pleasure to rediscover them.

Eliza had told her no one uses it anyway and might be a little dusty. After asking Rosa, soon Lola was standing in it. The library was all floor-to-ceiling shelves of mothballed mahogany. Lola curled in a wingback chair, a biography of Pancho Villa cracked open but unread. A click sound and then footsteps. Lola knew who it would be and didn’t bother to look up. “You’re in my seat.” “Your name’s not on it.” He prowled closer, snatching the book. “‘Revolutionary Tactics.’ Cute.”

So far all of my research is leaving me with nothing but carpal tunnel from how fast I’m scanning through all this brail. I get up from the sofa and return the book I was reading to its rightful place on the shelf, then go up to the next floor and run my fingers along the edges of the shelf to read each book's code to find the one I want. Once I do, I take it to the centre of the library where a 4-foot podium resides. The podium is made with magic so it’s the only thing in this library I can see. I place the book on the podium and watch as the podium begins to pulse with a lemon-yellow glow as that same colour surrounds the book, outlining it and making it visible to my eyes. Once the pulsin

I gulp before I finally press the last button on the right and it lights up. Elegant but dark classical musical pounds into my ears as I feel the elevator go upwards, sweeping by the floors that he briefly mentioned. He has a massive library of books dedicated to one floor with a lovely fireplace and sofa. I have no doubt that I'll be searching that out... if I'm allowed to. Oh, for moon's sake, please don't let this be a colossal mistake!

I turned to stare at him again, but he just looked at me with an unnerving calm. As we got out of the car, my eyes were drawn to the magnificent fountain gracing the front of the main building. It was breathtaking. “Welcome to the Combs mansion. Please, come in,” he said, reaching for my hand. I followed him inside, his assistant having vanished without a trace. It was just the two of us. I gazed around the entrance hall, utterly wowed the moment I stepped into the living room. “I’ll show you to our room,” he said, leading me to the master bedroom. I knew James’ mansion was beautiful, but the Combs mansion was the very definition of opulence. The European style was undeniable, though there w

It didn't look like a bedroom at all. On the table was a huge pile of books. I had put in a lot of effort to stay at the top of my class because it was only then that I would be able to speak to him. Therefore, I thought that if I just tried harder, Dad would like me. Now, I understood that it was all just wishful thinking. Dad just glanced at the desk before opening the drawer. There was a box with a password lock inside. I became nervous. The box contained my diary, which, in turn, contained secrets that Dad should never see.