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"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

It was only then Zachary, who was watching her the whole time, opened his mouth and said meaningfully, “Having a good time chatting with your ex, huh?” ‘Oh my lord! I’m not chatting with Bryson, alright? Besides, which of his eyes sees that I’m having a “good time”!?’ “Give it to me.” Zachary’s icy voice rang out once again. It was only then she remembered she was still holding the photo book that Zachary had given her. When she noticed Zachary’s dark expression, she did not dare to say anything at all and obediently handed the photo book to him. Thump!

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

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They argued all the way home. Back at their own villa, Zachary stormed upstairs with a dark expression. The sound of his door slamming echoed down to the first floor. … Zachary lay on his bed, still fuming. He strode over to his computer desk and opened his Instagram page, skillfully clicking on his only special follow. It was the Instagram account of a comic artist called "Dreamy". This comic artist had created a personal account just a few years ago and had many followers—over 600,000—but had only posted one series.

Dental floss would have covered more. I sighed. That was the goal. Two things Zach loved most in the world were beautiful women and being on the water. It was a little hard to get the guy who had everything he wanted a meaningful birthday gift. “I need a real drink,” I said. “Good, I’m going to say hi to a couple people I do know,” Zach said before walking away.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

He lifted a finger, repeating, “One.” I sighed. “Don’t get dramatic before your second breakfast.” “Too late.” He smirked. “You’re in love like a high school kid. Write a poem, and I’m burning every photo album you own.” I arched a brow. “Oh, please. This from the man who sent thirty-two voice notes in one night to Krystal Serrano.” Zach’s jaw tightened. “That was diplomacy.” “That was desperation.” “She was upset!” “Because you forgot she’s allergic to red wine and ordered a full bottle of Merlot for your anniversary in Budapest.”

This assistant is disgusting! Another viewer replied, "Who's being disgusting? Do you even know who Zachary is? Was an investor even worth Zachary sacrificing himself for that small investment? Julia has been staging everything on her own. Has Zachary ever come forward to respond to the rumors?" Another viewer replied, "I just researched Zachary, and it seems he always chooses soda. His profile also mentioned that he loathes cheese-stuffed biscuits. Obviously, this assistant knows his preferences. They love each other."

I started the engine and drove off. “What’s the update?” I asked Zach. His voice came through the earpiece. “He’s nervous. He’s introducing himself to some businessmen.” “He knows what he’s supposed to say.” The empty pit in my stomach only deepened. “Good evening. I’m Mr. Isaac Zealot, owner of ZeeTech,” his voice continued in the background. Zach's voice cut through. “I’m here. I’ll handle it. Just deal with your father.” I licked my lips. This had to go well.