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"Actually, friends don't feel jealous towards each other. Are you seeing me as more than just a friend? Are you hitting on me? Shall I tell Cathy about this?" "She won't tell you anything if it's you." I hit him using the stone and said, "Stop spouting nonsense already." "Ouch! What did you hit me for?" "To put some sense into you." "By the way, how's the novel? Did you publish it?" "No." "Why? We have already finished editing too. Why didn't you publish it?" "I'm thinking about changing the climax." "What are you going to do?" "Read and find out by yourself."

the things he was doing to her. His thick phallus stuck into her,the heat emanating from his skin as he lean into her. She was scared to death,he doesn't maintain such close contact with her. What is he doing to her? Why is he so close? She wondered. ........ ......... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update..

But less than thirty minutes later, there I was downstairs by the pool, headphones slung around my neck, three books stacked beside me. The swimsuit I chose was the only one with enough fabric to look remotely human, and even then I’d paired it with a kimono to keep myself from feeling completely exposed. Tyler was already there, phone tilted toward his face, laughing with Lena again. Always Lena. I wrapped my kimono tighter, sank into the chair, and tried to bury myself in my book. At least books had never betrayed me Grant has always been too close or too distant, like he’s playing some game I’ll never understand. And Tyler—Motherrrr, I thought maybe he wasn’t that bad after yesterday.

As we close this chapter together, I hope it leaves you with as much joy, hope, and warmth as you’ve brought to me. But this isn’t goodbye—just the end of one story. I’m thrilled to announce that a new journey awaits us soon! My upcoming novel *The Wife You Left* is on the horizon, and I can't wait for you to dive into this next story, filled with love, loss, and unforgettable characters. Prepare to be captivated once again. Until then, thank you for being a part of this beautiful adventure. I carry your kindness and loyalty with me, always. With all my love and gratitude,

For a second… perhaps longer, they froze. Their faces were inches apart. Nina could see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes, could feel the warmth radiating from his body. The small kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the rest of the world fading into insignificance. Nina's breath caught as awareness crashed over her—the scant distance between them, the heat of his proximity, the intensity in his gaze. Too close. Much too close. Heat flooded her cheeks, spreading down her neck. She stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to create distance.

“But when the lights go out, what’s left, Zara? Who sees you then?” The words sting because they’re too close to the truth. My voice shakes with anger. “Not you, that’s for damn sure.” We’re standing too close now. His shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths, mine matching his. The air crackles, charged with something dangerous—anger, attraction, maybe both. He looks like he wants to say something else, but doesn’t. And I don’t trust myself to stay in this kitchen one more second. I grab my mug of coffee, ignoring the tremor in my hands, and storm toward the hallway.

My eyes met his, and he still had that ravenous look that made me scared for my life. “Are… Are you okay, Alpha?” I managed to ask, worried about him. Suddenly, he took another step closer to me, and I instinctively took one to the back. He didn't stop walking until my back was against a shelf, and he was right in front of me. “What book are you hugging so tightly?” He asked, making me realize that the book was held so tightly to my chest. “It's a novel about chefs and bikers.” I muttered, and he nodded, taking another step closer to me. There was now barely an inch between us, making me breathe harder.

I said, trying to gain back my confidence, “Not one bit.” He leans down a little closer, so close that our noses are almost touching. I can feel his hot breathe on my lips, and his thick black hair against my forehead. Why was he getting so close to me when I just met him? “What are you doing?” I said, my voice coming out softly. I couldn’t get my heart to stop beating so fast. I could feel my body getting warm from the proximity of him, but it felt so wrong. He doesn’t answer me, but instead grabs the book I planned on reading from the table.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

Not dwelling too much on it, I move to the door and walk out so he won’t see the few tears that are planning to escape. >><< Walking around this neighborhood never really gets easy. All the houses are mostly large, obnoxious buildings owned by even more obnoxious people. The few houses that aren’t as large as the others have perfectly manicured lawns and white picket fences. The buildings are strategically arranged and I’m pretty sure if you looked at the map of this neighborhood, you’d see perfect squares and other symmetrical shapes. However, there are turns everywhere. Some short, some long. Some abrupt and it makes navigating feel like you’re walking through a maze of perfect buildings.