THE BILLIONAIRE’S BELLA
I shook my head, laughing as we drove out of the city.
She sighed dramatically. “Okay, if I don’t say this now, I’ll be called Bella for the rest of my life. My name is Tessa.”
“Tessa,” I repeated, letting it linger a bit longer than necessary. “Pretty name.”
“Thank you,” she said. “But please, for the love of God, stop calling me Bella.”
I nodded, looking thoughtful. “Can’t promise that.”
She blinked. “What?”
“You’ll always be my Bella,” I murmured, half to myself, but she definitely heard it.
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