The Weight of Us: A Billionaire Romance Story

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The lingering scent of her perfume-something soft, almost sweet-still clings to

distraction, a pathetic attempt to focus on anything but the way my chest tightens at the thought of h

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the button, leaning back in my chair. My ja

or swings open. She steps in, and for

red, chin lifted. But I see it now-how her lips part slightly,

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stack of papers toward her. "Reschedule the ones I don't have tim

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his time, the air shifts. A cold presence sett

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lightly. He hates it wh

office like he owns it. And in his mind, he

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my stomach. I already k

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studying me. "You

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rent. Their

p, cutting. "She used me. And you appro

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ut business like it's all that matters." My voice lowers

ing flickers in his gaze.

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s slamming against the

ther was weak. She let emotions contr

arp. My mother was kind. Too kind for

rage boiling over. "You don't g

u can't run from this, Adrian. The Laurent

. "I will never let you

exhales sharply. "Pathetic." His voice drips with disappointm

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licks shut

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but eventual

ath I didn't realize I was holding. My chest i

down. And this morning, I

she just walked through, I

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