THE BATTLE FOR YOUR HEART

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ing on it. Looking up at the white ceiling , She thought...Should she welcome Nicholas wearing Victoria secret's newly l

s at the University of Columbia because he'd stayed on her mind. Since he had called her on Tuesday to tell her that he would be flying in from Florida for the weekend, the days see

backpack, stowed everything in the closet. Then hurried into the corner bathroom for a bathrobe. When she came back out, she dimmed the glass

h other's arms and wake up together in the morning, like a normal couple , cooking and sharing breakfast together. Her dad was on a bu

er father no longer existed. The papers had been signed yesterday, selling the property to Nicholas' family company, Chesterfield group. They

hung the bathrobe , twisted her long black hair into a loose topknot, then slipped into the rippling water. The stress from studying a

e'd shared so far was fantastic. Picture windows would provide views of the lake, t

er three weeks ago in the hot tub, telling her about his plans. His slicke

the cottages, we're also installing bigger

tage of them when we visit the new and

ble to stop herself from smiling. "But I wou

ere and I wil

ooked her finger at

his brown eyes and the erection rising high on his abdomen had promised her one thing-mind

be surprised to hear she and Nicholas were in a relationship, and that they were going to keep seeing each other. He had asked her not to

t her making college her main priority over him. It wasn't like they were planning to get married or anything. Surely, her father would understand why she

from inside the room clearly on the phone. Nicholas? Her heart dr

terfield, I have been

nk back into the bathtub, a stream of light came from the bedroom. Nicholas'

e brown overcoat that melded perfectly with his dark suit. With his back turned to Amelia, temperature seemed to creep up with the warmth flushing into her cheeks. Sh

they do exactly as long as the

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las's bellow reverberated be

nk back into the shadows farther still. "What the f**k did you do?" Seb

th his navy sweater and jeans. "You working a side negotiation with th

ey weren't talking about S