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he said, and I loved how confident he was. “Well, I have a gold gown,” she said, and Zane shook his head. “No, I don´t want her to go against it all… it had to be something dark… or bold,” he said, and I smiled. “Black or red…” I said to the saleswoman, and she gasped. “I can work with that…” she said and then scurried to the back of the shop to retrieve the possible candidates to try on. “It seems you have a particular idea…” I wrapped my arms around Zane´s neck, and he chuckled.

I replied indifferently, “feel free to get out and keep her company while she waits for a taxi. My driver’s license exists for a reason.” Cartier let out a sigh. “I’m sorry.” “You should be.” I leaned back against the leather seat and drew in a slow breath, forcing myself to focus on something other than Sasha. “I got news about the shares.” My attention snapped to him immediately. “Yeah?” “I looked further into Mr. Grey, and itt turns out Mr. Grey didn’t leave behind a will, but that’s not the interesting part.” I frowned. “What is?” “The shares were never purchased under Mr. Grey’s name. They were bought under Eudora’s name, and someone filed for a replacement set of acquisition documents.

The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

Different boxes of different sizes were in it, and she was nervous to open them. Grey walked down the stairs, and went over to the winery. He had gone out earlier today to select a few things that she might need. He had no idea what she needed, so he had just bought a variety of things, and had ended up returning to the pack house with more than three different bags. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and took sips from it, just as beta Zing walked up to him. "Is everything okay with you?" He asked. "Do I look sick or something?" Grey demanded, in an irritated manner.

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

I said my goodbye to her again and stepped out of the house. Thankfully it was already late, well dark enough to not get eyes on me. I inhaled the fresh air and exhaled, slowly walking out of the building. Zane was parked right in front of the building, making it easy for me. I smiled slightly on seeing him, clutching my purse tightly as I stared at him. He looked absolutely good. Too good if I must say. He had grey pants on, pairing it with a black long sleeve shirt, which sleeves was folded to his elbow. He looked casual yet so freaking good.

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

“Don’t go poking a tiger with a stick, okay?” Gavin ignored him and continued. “Hell, Franklin, the answer’s simple. My sales are down because there are NO COPIES OF MY BOOKS, ANYWHERE.” Jim glanced around as he and Gavin approached the sliding glass doors at the rear of the lounge, which lead to a mezzanine overlooking the hotel’s front parking lot. An embarrassed flush rose past his collar. He nodded and smiled weakly at an acquisitions editor he knew standing at the bar. She gave them a look, and it wasn’t a good look, at all; more like a pitying, you sorry bastard kind of look.

“Hmmm... Okay, fine. I will come with you.” With a quick kiss on her lip, Zane gave Emma a small smile and said, “Thanks, love." Cyrus Agreste’s Auction Party was hosted at one of his mansion’s main halls and was always an event attended by some of the bigshots in the business world. So tonight was no different, except that the theme was more of an old, classic style, and Zane was wearing a neat-fitted black shirt with two of his button loosened with a low waist black pants and shoes, no socks, while Emma wore a stunning white dress with long sleeves and had her curled hair pinned loosely to the side of her head.

she said and sat on the table behind Zia's seat and put one foot up on Zia's table. "Why so grumpy so early in the morning, Gray?" asked Zia as she pushed Gray's foot down. "I just saw that bitch Annie hooking up with Chaddy in the library," said Gray. Zia sneered, "What were you doing in a library?" Gray shot her an annoyed stare. "That's what's important?" But Zia just looked at her suspiciously. She sighed. "Mrs. Kauffman asked me to return some books." "Annie as in your girlfriend?" asked Edward.