Hearts Rewritten

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stepped into his office, slamming t

her chair, sleeves rolled up, shirt slightly unbuttoned, and glasses perched on hi

s keyboard. "Good morn

of his desk. "Don't start with that. We need to t

ked up, amused. "W

d find you shirtless in my bed just because w

have imagined me shi

hat?

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very same dream, I woke up next to him. Oh God, that div

from the tension. And the fact that he will be my husband, I'll have to s

ary aggression. "I wrote down the terms. You can review

ule three: no kissing. Rule four... personal boundaries must be respected at all times?" He raised

married on paper. You see, Mr. Eryx, I want peace while I try to work on my paper

re marrying a man who's been declared 'most eligible bachelor' by

ed back instinctively until my b

he little specks of green flickering in his irises under the

aid softly, "because you t

chin. "I wil

ow and sinful.

cute,"

e velvet over flame. "Especially when y

brushed the hair off my shoulder, a featherli

rules," he murmured, "bu

sked, barel

know how to

t thudding in my ribs, rattling against my ch

-or tried to. He

infuri

that

eathless than I wanted to be. "We need r

, then back to my eyes. "M

here

The threat. T

st came here, I thought he was not someone to play with thing

toy," I said

softly. "You

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straight to the window to cool my face w

something darker. "Alright, Mrs. Rulebook. I'll sign yo

, arms crossed.

d. "You can't fall

rted. "I wo

d again with that lazy, dangerous str

was impossible. And

"Rule number five:

ke a businessman sealin

to his before I c

mist

ust once, and I felt it ever

fucking whore who is trying her best to c

elop some memory problems due to me suppr

the same roof as this handsome man. I cannot believe I am getti

volt of electricity down my nerves. There were so many

gle rule, mon petit renard," he

of frustration, confusion, an

deep

eady

as r

pened to no physical communication or whate

p all the shits he w

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