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starts
nted on the morning co
iancée Revealed: Street
ar, myhand loosely in his, my face tilted toward him
od in before I'v
e a groupie, n
doesn't even like peop
digger caugh
ithout even leaving a wrinkle. This whole penthouse is like that ,too soft, too
Lucas since yes
Kings don't babys
f I'm going to play the role of fian
esso machine, and make myself a cappuccino with extra
sed like a Vogue headline. Her heels click
e have exactly one hou
st stand still while people pa
get to be seen, darling
ash her a saccharine smile
't bother
n entire runway-length walk-in closet. There are tailors waiting. Stylists. A
me like I'm a slab
inting at a rack of gowns. "She's an artist, remember. Mak
deep emerald, off-the-shoulder, with a slit that practically guarantees headlines. Paired with sti
eed to memorize the guest list. Smile like you'
adoration and
yes. "You're luck
ucky I haven't st
before I se
, standing on the private balcony outside the e
obabl
the doorway,
ie. And for the first time, I catch a hint of some
or just thinking about
esn't
ime on hypotheti
"You've turned my life in
me. "You signe
nered me
railing. "Would
ing closer. "But I
rrangement. I need stability for my board and
see people? Funct
. "No. That's how
etches tigh
" I say softly. "Somethi
esn't
he won't answer. But the
to play in the mornings. After she
htens. "How o
elv
ave you ever ta
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e qu
at's behind the
am back into p
ot allowe
e of yo
. "That's not
h for
you, live in your house, wear your rings, you could at least tr
ng me again. "You're leverage. And you
t to
stone like gunshots. But even after I slam t
ing to understand
oesn't need a
nts c
d it to him wrap
ebuted at the Thorn Fo
like melting stars. Everywhere I look, there's wealth and ambition wrapped
e me like a statue
lean in. "You better smile,
ead. "You're e
ck. "I just refuse
meras
ay the mysterious new muse. Together
rategic intervals, make eye contact with the right socialites, feig
it w
ts to know m
es Lucas more
st, he pull
ting too co
ne. "That's the
in your role. Don't
yes locked on his.
ess second, I swear
e doe
says, "We le
that, the mo
house, I don't g
and
nd up outside th
ights are dim. M
the biometri
ss d
the door, p
you hidin
ly, I
musica
om behind
rs. Not di
pi
ath ca
supposed t
he melody is soft, mourn
en it
wn the hall be
poun
as I dive into bed isn't about
s t
of Lucas Thorn
eed to
e lie bec
age becomes
, have I ever w