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er, her ex-wrapped in each other'

the music. All she heard was the echo of his w

lways her

ils biting into her palm. Screw love. S

she s

e took it. His suit, tailored to perfection, screamed wealth, but it was the way he carried himse

and unreadable. One look and Chloe knew-he

tilting her h

front of her, invading her space, his scent-cl

ants to forget," he murmured

. "And you look like a man

ngerous crossed his face.

s down. "Let's

ond thoughts. N

n't the girl who

the girl who made

rning, would