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He chuckles and nods his head for me to follow. I start brushing my hair as I walk. Trying my best to rid myself of tangles and grimacing at the pain as some of them are being stubborn. I follow him into the living room and stop in my tracks. I didn’t take in my surroundings when I first got here. The far wall isn’t even a wall its all windows and the view is breathtaking. The city lights twinkle against the dark cloudless night sky. What really takes my breath away is the living room itself. There is a large Tv hung on one wall and opposite is a large sofa. It’s all very sophisticated. A glass coffee table sits between the two and he has been busy. How long was I in the shower? There are tw

His musclebound arm tightens around my waist, “Tell me.” I adopt a placating tone, flattening my palms against his broad chest. “I can see, my eyes are just sensitive to light.” I explain, “Or they used to be. I don’t know when it got better, I think I just got so into the habit of wearing the glasses, it never occurred to me to take them off.” “Mmm,” something between a purr and a growl rolls through his chest. “You mean you got so used to hiding behind them.”

So, when I was already ignoring the sunlight and going back to sleep, my cell phone vibrated darkly, like a living and impatient creature. Grumbleing that I still had half an hour to rest, I raised my arm and groped the wooden nightstand in search of the cell phone. My glasses appeared first, and I made a great effort to clean the residues of tiredness in my eyes and put on the accessory. I couldn't see shit without the glasses, and I was still unlucky enough to be allergic to contact lenses. Either I would face a beautiful surgery to correct the tiredness of the eyes, or I needed to get used to the small injuries that the long use of the glasses caused on my nose when I ended up sleeping wi

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.

Hayden got me a pair of glasses. The lenses were thick, like the bottom of a bottle, but they actually helped. When I wore them, I could somehow tell if there were people or things in front of me. This prevented me from walking into walls. Everything still looked pretty blurry, like I had a lot of tape over my eyes. I had to squint to see through the small gaps.

He just turned to his guards and said, "Turn on the glass wall blindfold.” A low, ominous hum filled the air as the tall, transparent glass walls surrounding my office began to darken. It was a special kind of electrochromic glass that could go from clear to opaque at the flip of a switch, a feature designed for private meetings, to shield sensitive documents and conversations from prying eyes. But this wasn’t about privacy. This was a message. This was a public display of power. The staff outside, who had been murmuring and watching, were now completely cut off from me. I was alone with a man who had the power to make me disappear with a single word.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.