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“Is he showering you with gifts to get more out of you?” “What’s it to you if Drake bought me a little something?” I asked coolly. “I’m a grown woman, Noah—I can accept gifts from whoever I please. And besides, not everyone buys people gifts just to get something in exchange. Or have you forgotten that people do things out of kindness sometimes?”

My fingers haven’t even touched the topmost book, when he screams, “No! Don’t touch those!” I freeze. “But these are gifts for me…” His hold on me tightens all the more, and it starts to feel uncomfortable. “If its books you want, I can give you more! A roomful of books back in Pitchford! It might not be limited editions but—”

“I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did. I hope you can forgive me.” She nodded. “I forgive you.” “You’re not going to make me grovel?” “No.” “Well, I’ve got a present for you. I had intended to give you this a week ago.” He leaned down and grabbed something off the floor. Christal couldn’t deny the excitement. He was the first person to think to give her a gift. “I don’t own any romance novels, but I hope this can make up for it.” He handed her a rectangular box. Staring down at it she saw it was an e-reader.

“We can schedule a New Year there and have fun and drink. We can also set up our own fireworks.” “That’s great,” I sipped on my black coffee and the bitterness was just perfect. Then, I scribbled on the tablet that was given to me as a gift and for this work. “Thank you for the ebook reader that you gave.” I looked at Penny. “Oh, it’s nothing. We sell those and I happened to have the limited edition one. It’s also unlimited for a year so you can read whatever you want for free.” “I will really get lazy and read. Hyacinth said as per her plan so I’m joining her.”

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Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

He pulled out a small, rectangular package wrapped in brown paper. "Here," Elion said. "The real gift." Cale looked at it. He didn't touch it. "I did not authorize an expenditure," Cale said. "I used my royalty check. Open it." Cale picked up the package. He weighed it in his hand. "Light," Cale said. "Rectangular. Hard cover." "Just open it." Cale tore the paper. It was a book. A blank journal. Leather-bound, navy blue, with thick, cream-colored pages. And a pen. A heavy, expensive fountain pen.

In her hands she held her other gifts: a Kindle packed with clean romance novels and a copy of a ticket to New York City, so she could meet his family. Alecia turned on the Kindle, tapped on a book that she had wanted to read for many months, but she rested it in her lap. Three days they had, and then two weeks before school started again. Soon, his lips would caress hers, his hands would run through her hair. Soon he would be all hers again.

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I’d known it was too much to hope the initial visit from Alex Darte was the last I’d see of Caleb, so I wasn’t surprised when the persistent bastard sent more gifts. Each day, a different gift was delivered to my office, each as extravagant and superficial as the roses—designer jewelry, high-end perfumes, branded handbags, clothes and shoes, gift cards for exclusive spa weekends, tickets to high-end opera or Broadway shows. I threw away or burned every single gift, but they just kept coming. Surprisingly, instead of fury, Kade reacted in a different way—he sent gifts of his own. The first one was a mug with the brand ‘Alpha’s favorite’ on it. Along with it was a note: Kade’s, not Caleb's.