“They bet you wouldn’t show.

Her smile was faint.

“Well, their money’s safe.

I’m staying put.

With a click, the conversation ended, leaving the question hanging in the air from Dylan’s lips.

“A reunion? Why not go and enjoy?”

A twinge of sadness weighed on Olivia, but she kept her voice Light, playful.

“I’d rather not.

the day before our flight, and honestly, I’m not really in touch with many of

a playful pinch and a

a soft

“Deadline’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”

investment in her dreams, a staggering sum that breathed life into the struggling magazine she worked for, was not

Mr. Wright,” she whispered, gratitude

touch then became gentle yet unfamiliar, stirring a nervous

lip, stifling any

his hand, whispering

timid moan, a kitten’s

held a depth

never crossed that line, never ventured into

sought consent, a silent plea for

force her into something she might regret someday in the

her body spoke volumes, signaling her

her, a desire fueled by

inviting, how could he resist? Yet, a battle raged

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