The Vows We Fake

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back," I said, vo

breath fanned my face. "Am I

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breath. "Was your ton

off,

eyes darting downwards to my lips. "

. Oh, to be loved and touched by this man. I tried to banish those thoughts

He held my hand firmly and

growled softly. "

roat. Angry words bubbled at the back of my thr

isper from mine. I could feel the tension in his body, the restraint, the raw, maddeni

"Neither. I jus

he said, leaning in j

," I

h of my body coil, traitorous and trembling. Then, just when I th

he said. "Strict

he walked back to his desk

ted

d him

I still wante

e. He never cared what anyone thought. Not about his dressing, not about his tastes, not about him. He looked good; I hated th

If, as you claim, you know me so well,

well," I countered.

ith your statements." He tsk-e

e being

ed a brow. "Cr

"Cruel. Pretending as if you don't know me... what's the point?

was so bent on hiring you. I thought you would be the most composed, professional wedding planner ever. I thought highly of you, but meeting you, I

wanted to spin this around on me and make me seem li

r and grit out, "Tha

e interrupted, his face dangerously close to mine. "Perhaps I knew you also. Pardon me for not remembering, because my memory fails me. How

handl

d. "I only value

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take anyt

ea

at did he mean by "my memory fails me"? Did he really have amnesia? Am I that forgettable? Granted, I had ditched my braids for Vietnamese bone straight wigs and had f

l who healed and then hurt him. I didn't sit. Not immediately. Instead, I hovered by the table, fingers grazing the edge

Zane's presence, but I tried to ignore it. There was a vision board, venue bookings, the bride's prefe

aid. "She doesn't s

me to handle

with your ex-fianc

tead. "Traditional? Contemporary? Destination... t

This venue has alw

. It was

. I turned a pag

eks fro

That's sho

ou can hand

tled.

ly. He nodded to the contract.

act with fingers I

st it through Mr. Wade. My fiancée,

I thought, but I

felt the same. I knew those fingers, memorized every inch of them. I could imag

tighter. His grip didn't hurt, but it was firm enough to hold my fingers in place u

"It was nice to finally meet you

n't r

to open it. He wouldn't just walk ou

I said