The Billionaire's Stolen Muse

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ose plait. Breakfast was fast, and my anxiety buzzed with a blend of excitement and dread.

he door. "You're hurrying away," he remarked, a mischievous grin dancing

lines," I answered, dod

your attention excessively. You could run into so

murmuring a farewell

en made their way to the docks, and neighbors occasionally chatted while greeti

view. The boats rocked softly, their silhouettes extendin

in his arms tensing with every movement. The sunlight glimmered on his dark ha

. The sound of my footsteps echoed on the wooden boards, and for

id, his deep voice c

king. "You...

eart skip a beat. "Of course. You're t

oticed," I said, my voice

ng against his boat. "What brings you

me to talk to you. I mean, I've seen you working, an

intrigued. "Inspiring, huh? That

ling foolish. "Sorry, tha

ftening. "It's nice to know someon

st' about you. The manner in which you operate feels as i

impossible to interpret. "And what abo

ly. "I...I'm not certain. I suppose

"Occasionally, it can take t

history of his family as fishermen and his dream to someday navigate beyond the known waters of our town. In

ng," he remarked, his eyes wandering to the

" I repli

shades of orange and pink, Adrian glanced at me, his ey

cussing dreams for one night and simply savor the moment?

a moment. "You me

stated, his smile bot

tant before agreeing. "I

is grin becoming broader.

, my tone sounding more c

ed with thoughts. Nervousness mingled with thrill,

un

curls bouncing with each step. "Why do you hav

failing to suppress a gri

y arm. "No way! When? Wh

he conversation as we m

Luna! You've been crushing on him forever, and now

wardrobe door open. "Alright, we want

centuated my shape perfectly. Sofia fashioned my hair into gentle wave

with pride. "Luna, you look incredible.

g the confident woman staring back. "Thanks,

she said, grinning. "Have f

rian stood by the entrance, wearing a neat white shirt that accentuated his tan

remarked, his gaze exp

d, sensing a flush

d, the gentle flicker of candlelight and the s

listened in the moonlight, while the fragrance of salt and o

entirely enchanted by Adrian. He recounted tales from his youth, hi

nd my anxiety about not succeeding. For the first time, I felt

t, a rich chocolate cake, Adri

e, "I believe you undervalue your abilities. You pos

chless. "Thanks, Adrian

s correct; I truly deserved this. And perhaps, just pe