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You know that’s not true Boy I want you bad I hate you so much But I love you oh so bad When I say I’m leaving I don’t mean it I just want you back (La la la la la la la) Tell me a way we can make this better Boy I want you back now forever (La la la la la la la) We can base it all on this week together Boy I want you back now forever” She wiped the tears off her face and changed into a jogging outfit. The sun had set and it wasn't a bad time to go jogging to clear her mind and forget all that had happened.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or planning to return the engagement present I'd already bought. "You were looking for me?" I asked cautiously. Liam touched my face. "What do you think?" "I don't know." "You must have had an idea. You went to a lot of trouble to stay hidden." "I don't want your pity," I admitted. "I don't want you watching over me anymore. I don't want to be a project or Emmett's little sister." His eyes were dark and unreadable. Something flashed through them. "Would you settle for being the woman I love?"

I ouch back agents him and ask "Can we just cuddle tonight?" "Of course. We never have to do anything if you don't want too, you know that right?" "Ya I just wanted to make sure." I say shy know as I play with my fingers. "Valentina if I have ever made you feel like you oh me sex then I am so sorry I never wish to make you feel that way." He says as he pulls me and him up so we are both sitting right side up. "You haven't it's just I don't know I can't help but think I'm not giving you as much as you give me." I say looking down.

Each look stabbed deeper into my already-numb heart, leaving nothing but holes and insult. Ironically, now that I was dead, I finally felt loved for the very first time. As Audrey sobbed, her tears poured down onto my hand like raindrops. "No… Ella, I'm begging you… Don't leave me… Please…" Her body trembled as she kept rubbing my hands, trying to warm me up. "It's okay. I'll warm you up. It'll be fine." She reached out and pulled back the blanket, unbuttoning my clothes. The moment my shoulder was exposed, her expression stiffened.

The name I chose for it. I was not sure how I felt about that. I definitely wasn’t sure how I felt about his last statement before he ended the call. “Come as Ren.” Ren. Why would he ask me to take on the identity i threw away three years ago suddenly? First he asked me to see him urgently and so abruptly and second, he was asking me to show up as my alter ego? I’d buried that name the day my family asked me to become Eddie’s wife. No one knew id walked away from medicine; no one knew I'd discovered Perfect. Now I have everything I need. Here’s the next chapter:

I reached the window right in time to see his tall, dressed in red, figure as he walked across the street to his home. The warmth of his soft lips and the gentle way his tongue touched mine was intoxicating. I wanted more. So much more…and tomorrow was a day with Matt again. I sighed both with longing and with sadness. “Adrian?!” I shook my head and my eyes flew to my mobile. Should I call him back? Must I? Is he deserving of my calling? I massaged my face with my palms, closing my eyes at a loss. I had no idea what I was going to do, but there was this heavy, overwhelming sensation.

I ask sharply. She looks up at me hesitantly, nibbling on her bottom lip, and shrugs. “I don’t know. I was under the impression you wanted me back as your Luna.” My eyes flash in approval. That’s exactly what I want and, using all the energy I can muster, I lean in closer to her. “Do you want me to want you as my Luna?” I whisper seductively. “Or do you want me to beg you to come back to me… because if that will work, I’m willing to do so.”

“Why are you doing this?'' He leaned against the chair, his fingers moving gently on it, I swallowed when I felt my chest tighten, and I was lost for a while “ You know what I want, you and the kids, I want you back in my life, and I am ready to do everything. How many times will I say this to you, Reina? Don't you get tired of hearing me say the same thing all over again? Orr…'' he leaned forward, crooking his fingers for me to come forward, " Do you enjoy me saying how much I want you?" " You are sick"I spat out at him,

I had to be strong now, and I knew if I looked into her eyes, I’d give up and stay. “You know you can come back anytime, right?” she said as I loaded my things into the taxi. I didn’t let Dad drive me either—he’d definitely try to convince me to stay. I just gave them a hug and got in the car. In their eyes, I saw they believed I’d be back in a matter of weeks, but that wasn’t happening. I’d never return to São Fernando again!

Because I'm learning how to live without waiting. I never wanted a perfect husband. I only wanted my husband. Someone to ask me how my day was. Someone to sit beside me. Someone to grieve with me instead of grieving somewhere I couldn't reach. I kept telling myself things would change. That if I loved you enough... You'd eventually come back to me. Maybe I expected too much. Or maybe... I just expected too little for myself. If you ever read this... I hope you've become happier. I hope I've become stronger.