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“I get that. But you’ll make new friends here, find new things to love. It just takes time.” “I hope so,” Olivia said, looking up at the sky. “Sometimes it feels like time is moving so slowly.” “I know the feeling,” James said. “But it does get better. And in the meantime, you’ve got me as a friend.” Olivia smiled, touched by his kindness. “Thanks, James. That means a lot.” They continued their walk, talking about their favorite books, movies, and hobbies. Olivia was surprised by how much they had in common. James was easy to talk to, and she found herself opening up more than she had expected.

Beside me, James swirled his glass of whiskey lazily, his smirk widening as he watched her. “You look surprised to see James, Olivia,” I said smoothly, my voice slicing through the silence. “What’s the matter? Did you really think I would discard James like a piece of trash?” Her lips parted, but no words came out. “Oh, you did,” I continued, letting a cold laugh escape. “How deliciously naive of you. But that’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? For you to believe I’d turned on him. For you to trust me.” Her fists clenched, and I could see the flicker of anger beneath her fear. Beautiful.

James growled. Olivia smirked in victory behind her mask as she turned to her best friend to give him a wink. It was a good thing that she was Theodore’s best friend because that meant she was able to know stories from inside the basketball team; like how James loved women, how he got rejected by the three girls in a row in sophomore year, and how he was the least liked player since freshman year. James was a sympathetic bastard.

she asked, her voice firm but laced with concern. James turned to face her, his eyes bloodshot, his face red with anger and alcohol. "Enough," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Olivia's expression turned stern. "James, we need to talk about what's going on. You can't just drown your sorrows in whiskey." James snorted, a harsh, mocking sound. "You think you know what's going on, Olivia? You think you know what it's like to have everything you've worked for threatened?"

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

He walks closer to her and holds her hand in his as they make their way into the park, heading towards the restaurant. They take a seat at a secluded place and a waiter comes over to meet them. "Good morning." He greets them and hands over the book to them. "Your order please." Oliver picks up the book and goes over the menu. "You guys really have nice food here. I'm impressed." She comments on them. "Yes ma'am. You should do well to patronize us often." The guy says with a professional smile on his lips. "Yeah, I will." Oliver replies with a little smirk on her lips. She is really loving this wide imagination playing in her head.

Trevor didn't like that feeling of losing control but while he was fighting his chaotic feelings, he heard a deep and seductive voice. Max was looking at Trevor, who seemed to be lost in his thought with a cute stunned face. It was their first meeting, but Max couldn't help teasing the man in front of him "Do you like what you see?". 'OMG he is too cute! How am I supposed to resist him?' Max was also in deep thought looking at Trevor, Never in his life, he had seen an omega so beautiful and his smell... Max couldn't resist that beautiful smell!

“I owed some of the hospital staff their salaries previously. As you already know, I took some money from Mikaela and placed their house under a mortgage. This house of mine is also for sale, but I haven’t gotten any buyers, so…” Oliver was obviously very embarrassed about how he needed to take his daughter’s money despite how old he was. James hurriedly said, “Why didn’t you tell me about this, Sir? I’ve still got some savings with me.” Oliver waved his hand. “It’s enough that I have to be bothered with this issue. I can’t have your wife nag you because I end up dragging you into this as well.” James was just about to say something, but Javier stopped him.

The text reads: “Business lunch. Incredible news! I’ll tell you everything tonight.” I stare at the photo for a long moment. Her smile is radiant, genuine. James is too close, his arm casually resting on the back of her chair. “Dad!” Oliver shouts from the living room. “Noah won’t let me see the end of the book!” “Because you’re not reading in order!” Noah protests. I put away my phone, forcing a smile. “I’m coming, boys.” Life goes on, even when part of it is at a fancy restaurant with an agent who’s too young and too charming.

and hug her every day. Filled with remorse, James was tormented both physically and mentally. When Oliver found James in the villa, he was shocked by his appearance. He said, "The company is in trouble, Mr. Hudson." Oliver didn't have time to be concerned about James right now. He went straight to the point, adding, "Someone has leaked some company secrets, and partnerships are getting canceled." Unfazed, James stared at Oliver blankly. "I'll leave it to you to handle."