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she continued. “Mhm,” I said distractedly, glancing at the screen. Tagged in a post. I frowned slightly. “Are you even listening?” she asked. “Yeah, I am,” I said, even though my thumb was already tapping the notification. The post opened. And everything else just… stopped. I didn’t say anything. “Nina?” Amanda called. I kept staring. The photo was too clean. Too perfect. Daniel and Olivia were standing side by side, dressed like they had stepped out of a magazine, smiling as if nothing had ever been wrong.

My stomach lurched and my eyes pooled. “The first and only time we were together,” Daniel sneered, his eyes hard. “Did you really think I wouldn’t keep proof?” Daniel’s smile was cruel. “You wear a halo in public, but one leak of these—” he nudged a photo with his shoe “—and your perfect little life goes up in flames. Tears stung my eyes as my hands shook. I felt the walls closing in, trapping me. “Walk out that door, and I wonder what the press will say when they see these? And if that isn’t enough to tame you, you'll never see your father again. He’s not at the hospital anymore.

{ Clara } [ 17 years old ] I'm not someone special. My life isn't that interesting and I've never had any kind of adventures or anything like that... until he came into my life. Daniel Griffin. A tall, dark haired, blue eyed extremely handsome guy. He was always tall and strong, an obvious alpha even before he presented, but once he did, he became my most intense desire.

I stared at my reflection in the mirrored walls—dark circles under my eyes, hair pulled back in a messy knot, lips chapped from biting them during the cab ride home. When the doors opened, the apartment smelled like coffee and expensive leather, the way it always did. Quiet. Too quiet. "Lydia." His voice came from the living room before I even set my bag down. Daniel stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, phone in hand, still in his suit even though it was past eight. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver starting to thread through his dark hair. He looked exactly like the man who'd built a media empire from nothing.

I rolled my eyes at her and she chuckled, "no offence, Jenner Inc. is a great place but you know what I mean, don't you?" "Hey ladies," I heard Daniel's voice from behind us and we both turned to look at him. I literally opened my mouth. He was in a white shirt, a black tie, a black suit, black suede pants and the shiniest leather shoes I'd ever seen. He had curled his hair and brushed it all to the back, if I was told he was an exact replica of a god, I'd believe it. "Hi Daniel, you're looking hot as fuck, geez," Stella said without hesitation.

I replied sharply. "I'm not. All I just wanted to say is stay away from Zack. That's all." He stated. "Thank you." I responded perfunctorily. Silence. Everywhere became silent. Only the utensils I was using could be heard. His phone rang, breaking the silence. "Hello?" Daniel's pov I walked out of the kitchen when i saw tha the caller was Nina. I seriously don't know how to stop this girl from coming into my life. "Daniel, are you at home now?" She asked and I answered 'No'

“Wait a second. Tasha let you spend time with her son? You serious, man?” Daniel couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m serious. We’re hanging out right now.” “I’m gonna need proof,” Stanley said, still sounding skeptical. “No way she’d let you get that close.” Without missing a beat, Daniel pulled out his other phone, zoomed in on Ethan who was now on the swings, and snapped a quick picture. He sent it to Stanley with a smirk. Seconds later, Stanley's voice came through again, this time louder. “No way! Dude, you actually did it!”

"I found him." I refreshed my email immediately, and the message appeared. My hand moved across the trackpad faster than usual. The file downloaded, then I opened it. Daniel Moreau information filled the screen. Aged thirty-eight, based in London, ran an accountancy firm. The photograph showed exactly the man I expected, the same face from the party. I kept reading. A marriage certificate appeared several pages later; his wife's name was Claire Moreau, with several photographs accompanying the file. In one of them she stood beside Daniel at what appeared to be a family barbecue.

She shrugged him off. Daniel was a good actor. He had the face, chops for the show business, plus a famous family name. Andy had to admit at least that. But where his good qualities ended, his long list of bad ones went on. He was a womanizer and a party animal. Getting involved with him would mean careers being tarnished. Whatever crappy thing he did, someone else got punished for it. That was how good his publicists and family were. And none of his fans will ever know that. For them, Daniel Preston was and always will be the pure, handsome guy who’s too good for this world.

I tell him, and I finally get a smile out of him. “I should’ve known you would be a Harry Potter fan. Just another thing you have in common with Caleb.” He says and I can’t help but laugh. “What is so funny about that?” He asks. “I just realized why I might like him so much. I had a huge crush on Daniel Radcliff when he was portraying as Harry Potter. I mean, you slap a pair of thin black frames on Caled, maybe shave his five o’clock shadow thing that he has going on, and he is basically a sexier version of my teenage crush.” I tell him, but that doesn’t seem to sound so funny now that I say it.