Mason - Forever Too Far - 01 A 30 [PDF]

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Synopsis One of England's most powerful men, Mason Campbell: cold, hard and remorseless. The wind carries the whispers of his name and makes anyone tremble in fear. He was known to be cruel, merciless, ruthless. Lauren Hart had just worked for him as his assistant and found herself on the edge of her rage, her anger, her hatred and her arrogance. Life would have been better if she hadn't worked for Mason Campbell, envied by men and desired by women. But Mason didn't have eyes for anyone but her, especially after making a deal she couldn't refuse. Age rating: 18+ (abuse, sexual abuse)

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Chapter 1 “Calm down,” my roommate, Beth, said as she watched me walk back and forth in our living room. I was pacing back and forth for thirty minutes now, nervous and anxious. “You're going to rock this interview,” she added with an encouraging smile. I shot her a look. "It's not just any interview!" I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "Are you going to be interviewed by God?"

Her question made me look at her like she was crazy. Well, clearly she was crazy if she was saying such a thing. She couldn't have known how I was feeling about this interview. Everything depended on it.

“No, but I'm going to be interviewed by a very powerful man,” I reminded her. Mason Campbell was one of the most powerful men in the world. He was the most powerful man in England. No one liked to admit it, but he was even more powerful than the Queen. At such a young age, he acquired more money than anyone. He had built several companies all over the world that they had about a thousand workers.

He was feared across the country because he was cold and scary.

Mason Campbell was a man who laughed at death. He lived by his own rules. I had heard men cringe at your gaze

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intense and by that I meant men with great power. I had also heard that he could make anyone disappear and never be found again. That thought terrified me enough. “Why didn't you choose another place to work? Beth asked. “They say what happens inside is frightening. I also heard that his cold gaze could break a stone, and the earth shook with his anger. “I wouldn't mind seeing that,” I replied, trying to assuage the situation I'd put myself in. “That sight would ruin him for sure. “She sounded so right. I lifted my chin. “It would be intriguing, though. - Yea. She nodded, then nodded. he boasted smiling amusedly. “But you'll feel otherwise if his eyes hurt you.

I wanted to laugh about it, but I was so nervous about the next day. I had no idea where Beth got those rumors from, although I had to agree his eyes were scary, I don't think he could roast anyone with them. People are very dramatic sometimes. “Pff,” I dismissed the possibility. “That's just a rumor, Beth. She held my gaze. “Rumors are sometimes true.

I fought the urge to squirm under his gaze.

“I've heard that he treats everyone as his enemy… even his employees. It made my nerves jump. Treating your employees like your enemies? Like this? I didn't know if she was being honest or not.

I shot her a narrow look.

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“He's crazy, I know. “All the more reason for you to consider working somewhere else. She grabbed my hands in hers, then released me to cross her arms over her chest. "Are you sure I'll get the job?" Many people wanted to work at Campbell Industry and many more would be interviewed. Only one of us would be able to get the job, and I seriously doubt it would be me. Some of the girls were after him, not from work. — 0 percent sure. Beth laughed, earning a glare from me. “I can't see anything good working there. this place is not nothing but terrifying. It is full of authority and darkness.

“Mason Campbell makes that place cold and forbidden. “Nowhere is off-limits,” I said, pulling the pillow away. closer to my chest. "But they say the place echoes weeping." “You know.” Beth looked at me with her piercing emerald gaze. “I would love to be there tomorrow just to see you cringe. scared in his presence. She finished with a laugh. — Shut up. I smiled, throwing the pillow at her. “I won't cringe. I am not afraid. She raised a defiant eyebrow. - Oh, really? You never been in his presence before. You don't know what it would be like.

Nervous and very uncomfortable, I thought, biting my lip. “If I come home crying, you shouldn't even be surprised. — I'll prepare the handkerchief.

"Dream, bitch. I looked at her playfully. Her smile faded and she looked at me seriously. “You're going to do well in the interview, Lauren. Your resume is

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excellent. I'm sure you will be chosen from hundreds of people. I smile weakly. - Hope so. Yes, because it was the only job that paid well. I would be able to pay my father's medical bills and his treatment. I could do a lot more with the money. But my father's medical treatment was the only thing that worried me. He had stage four cancer, which was a blow when told me for the first time. He was the only person left after my mother left when I was ten.

It still hurts when I think about it. Dad had to go through a lot to raise me and it was my turn to take care of him. Morning came earlier than I expected. I had been up since six in the morning, getting ready. The interview was at seven-thirty and I wanted to be there by seven.

I groaned as I crawled out of bed and staggered sleepily to the bathroom. I washed my face, and the benefits were so fleeting, and no less groggy, I brushed my teeth before taking a shower. It took me ten minutes to get ready. I straightened my spine and smoothed my shabby gray skirt that reached to my knees. My light blue blouse was tucked inside my skirt.

My cheeks were rosy, triggering a sparkle in my brown eyes. The orbs sloped slightly upwards and were full of eyelashes. I tied my brown hair in a ponytail, not a single strand came loose.

I hoped I looked sophisticated enough for the interview.

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I didn't like to wear makeup, so I went ahead with my natural look. I had only applied nude lipstick. I wore the old black heels that I bought it two years ago. Knowing that Beth would still be sleeping, I left a note for she before picking up my bag, leaving our apartment. London was very cold, and as all my coats were so worn I couldn't wear any. I wanted to look good, I didn't want to be looked down on. I took a cab and when I told him where he would take me, he looked shocked. He asked me again where he would take me and I told him the address. "Are you sure that's where you want to go, ma'am?" - he he asked, unsure of himself. "Yes," I said, getting annoyed. He didn't say anything afterwards, but I would occasionally catch him looking at me in the rearview mirror as if he couldn't believe I was going to such a place. He stopped the car in front of Campbell Industries, and when I was about to ask why he wouldn't drop me off near the building, he said, “Sorry, ma'am, but no taxis are allowed near the building. I have to leave you here. My mouth turned into an “O,” shaking my head in disbelief. I got out and readjusted my shirt.

If anyone could stop and watch me, they'd see the nervousness pouring out of me. Campbell Industry looked at me It was a huge building with about sixty floors.

It was big and wide and intimidating.

I carefully walked past a guard at the entrance to the building. I found many people walking around in their expensive clothes and

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elegant and I felt self-conscious about what I was wearing. They seemed to be on edge, as if they were holding the whole world on your shoulders.

I went straight to the receptionist nervously. she was a red-haired woman elegantly dressed in a blue dress. Even his hair appeared to be perfectly combed. Her face was covered with minimal makeup. His brown eyes measured me, his expression one of pure disgust. "The cafeteria is at the end of the street, ma'am," she said, and hinted at a slight Italian accent. - Which? I asked, confused. She stared at me like I was an idiot. "Isn't that where you want to go?" - No. I'm here for an interview.” She lifted that perfect eyebrow, her mouth curving up. — Oh?

Measuring me again, she clicked her tongue before finding my look again.

I wanted to punch her in the face. She didn't think I belonged here. How dare she! The receptionist took a dramatic breath before flashing a fake smile. — Twentieth floor. Turn left and you will find yourself among the who are here for the interview. My lips twitched.

Was she implying that there were too many people for the interview and I had no chance of getting it? Cow. "Thanks," he said, frowning. "Good..." She looked me up and down, her face turning

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upside down… — luck. I was feeling a little irritated, but I tried to calm down. I walked to the elevator. I waited a few seconds before it opened and quickly ran inside. Before closing, I heard a commotion. A woman was being dragged by a security guard and was crying. Clearly, she was having a mental breakdown. - No! she yelled. - You can not do it with me! I've been working here for three years!

I watched as she tried to fight the bouncer. — I am loyal! You can not do it with me. The elevator closed, blocking out the woman's screams and screams. My heartbeat accelerated. I felt sorry for the woman.

Whatever she did, she didn't deserve to be treated like this. She had worked for three years! She deserved some respect, at least. My back hit the wall and I closed my eyes. After all, was it such a good idea? But that was the only place with a good salary. I was doing it for daddy, shouldn't think twice before working here. Work here?! I didn't even have the job yet and I didn't even know if I would be the lucky one.

Closing my eyes, I hoped that interview would be a success. I couldn't afford to mess it up. Dad's life was at stake. You can't, Lauren. You'll do great if you just calm down and believe in yourself. same.

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Yes, I know I would rock this interview. 'Aren't you going down?' I was startled by the voice of a man beside me. Realizing I'd reached the twentieth floor, I muttered a quick apology to the older man in the gray suit and left. All the way to the left was a huge window and I stared at the incredible view of London. My phone in my bag was itching to go out and take a picture. Before that could happen, I remembered why I was there in the first place. I followed the instructions the receptionist told me and she was right, there were a lot of people. There were so many I couldn't even count. And they all wore nice clothes. A group of girls looked at me and I heard them laugh a little. What was on my face?! I wanted to ask. Looking up, I noticed that they kept looking in my direction and weren't subtle. I looked away angrily.

Just because they looked sexier than I did and were dressed in better clothes didn't mean I should be treated that way. I made my way through tons of bodies, trying to find a place to sit. I spotted one at the end of the room and walked over to it. But before I could sit down, a man arrived before me. He shrugged his shoulders at me and I glared at him.

I turned to go back to where I was and before I knew it, was being pushed by bodies in different directions. I found myself being pushed towards a silver door and into it. The door closed automatically.

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I panicked when he didn't move. I tried again, but the same thing happened. He just didn't move. Holy crap!

I turned to see where I was and found myself in a very dark hallway, with an elevator at the end of it. I breathed a sigh of relief. An outlet. It opened when I pressed the button and quickly ran inside. I went to press the twenty-first button, but all I found was a button with the Campbell logo. My face contorted.

Deciding it would be better to go there than to be stuck there, I pressed the button with the logo. My heart started racing for some reason, and my hands were shaking slightly. It felt stuffy there and I felt like there was the presence of something powerful and terrifying. What the hell was wrong with me? Why am I so scared? What the hell?

The elevator stopped and opened. I left as fast as I came in. Maybe I could breathe here and where was this place? I surveyed my surroundings and my jaw dropped. Literally.

The office was gigantic and breathtaking. It was polished and sophisticated.

Everything there reeked of money.

The white leather seats were shining and I didn't want to touch-them not case of stragá-them.

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The view was much more incredible here.

I gasped when my eyes found some paintings on the wall, and I realized that they were the very famous paintings. They cost a billion pounds. Holy crap.

There was a fireplace and a large flat screen TV on the wall. Literally everything in the office was white, even the pens were white. I couldn't describe everything because suddenly my eyes were blinded by that fancy office. I heard the door open and several footsteps. Before I knew what was happening, I was being pushed to the ground hard and I felt a gun to my head. Holy crap.

It totally happens in the movies.

There was no way this could be real.

No way I'd be on the floor with a gun to my head like a damn criminal. I tried to lift my head, but it was pushed back down. I shuddered and gritted my teeth.

“State your reason for being in a private office before I blow your brains out,” he yelled, pressing the gun to my head. Private office? How the hell was I supposed to know I was off limits? - Speak! Now! I trembled in fear. “I… I got lost. I didn't know I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry, please don't shoot me,” I begged, closing my eyes and praying to God I wouldn't end up dead without any of my own.

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loved ones close to me, and certainly not here. “Sit down, Gideon,” someone said, making me sigh in relief. I felt him pull back the gun he had to the back of my head. I stayed on the floor, not sure if I was giving permission to get up. See, I value my life very much. - Stand up.

I didn't need to hear it twice. Lifting myself off the ground, I slowly turned to the men standing before me in black suits, holding guns. I shuddered as my eyes found the one with his gun pointed at me. - What is your name?

— Lauren Hart. I lifted my chin, hoping my voice sounded firmer than it did for me. “I didn't want to come in here. I'm here for the interview and I was pushed through a door. I couldn't go back and the only way out was via an elevator. This brought me here. If you thought I was here to steal, you're wrong. Forcing myself to be brave, I continued, “Please let me go. They looked at each other and it didn't take me a minute to realize they were communicating through their eyes. The one I thought was the leader gestured before one of them left the office. "So… how about I just leave?" I smiled and made a forward movement before my vision was blocked. - Or not. — I took a few steps back. “Look, there's no reason for me to be here anymore. I told you I didn't steal anything. Just let me be on my way. I have an interview to go to. They just ignored me.

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Then... I shuddered. Immediately, the air changed. The cold of the office hit me, making my heart beat faster in my chest. I could almost feel a surge of emotion, a powerful force trying to taste her fury. I gripped my bag tightly, the sensation nearly knocking me down. I heard the angry footsteps before I spotted him. I swear... I stopped breathing. Standing, his powerful pose made my breath catch in my throat. He breathed in hard, his broad, muscular chest rising and falling as if he'd just run a marathon. He was dressed in black from head to toe; Black Armani suit, shirt and tie that made his powerful arms and chest look almost alive, almost daring anyone to doubt his ferocity and hotness. He was beautiful, almost as if he had sculpted himself; cheekbones that would make any man and woman jealous, a straight nose and red lips. And his eyes, my god, his eyes were pure silver. They were the most intense and coldest eyes I had ever seen in my life.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair, his silver eyes almost ready to stare at any poor soul stupid enough to look his way. Its glow was hot enough to erase humanity's existence. That was Mason Campbell. The cruelest man in the country.

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I swallowed hard. The man moved out of his way as he entered. His movements were powerful and confident. He didn't look at me as he sat behind his desk and started going through some files. Nobody said anything for five minutes, and I was starting to I got tired and my legs started to go numb. No one was recognizing me and no one was ready to let me go yet. Another five minutes before he raised his big hand and strong and send me away.

I let out the breath I'd been holding and turned to leave when I got a glare from Gideon as his men started to leave the office. My stomach dropped then. He didn't let me go. They were all gone and I was alone in their powerful presence. I tried to act casual, but damn it, I was failing. I stayed frozen in place but kept moving my arms and legs, just so I could stop being so nervous. I wanted to look at Mason Campbell, but I was afraid I would be turned to ash or stone. Neither of them sounded good.

“Stop disturbing my peace,” his voice soft but cold and deadly. I didn't even know he knew I was here. Making no attempt to hide his disturbance, Mason Campbell fixed his darkest gaze on me, the girl who had dared to disturb his peace. “Or I will do something about it.

My chest got so tight I could barely breathe. Fear hit me, the image of myself lying cold and dead in an abandoned place flashed through my mind,

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awakening deep emotions in me. I almost peed in my panties. - Sit down. On shaky legs, I quickly sat down in one of the chairs across from him, deciding I would be safer if I could stay out of his sight. But I had no choice. - Why are you here? he asked without taking his eyes off the papers he was writing on. I wanted to take a look, to see what your handwriting looked like. Was it ugly? Was it beautiful?

I found it beautiful, though. I shifted in my chair, wanting to speak before he got angry. I remember very well what they said about Mason Campbell. The only intense emotions he experienced in his life it was the anger and the cold darkness of his own heart. They said he had a rage so strong that it chilled people's bones. I had thought it was crazy, that he couldn't be what everyone said about him, but I was starting to think otherwise. “I…I…I…I…,” I stuttered in fear, the phrase I intended to say was shrunken behind my heart. Mason stopped writing and suddenly looked at me. The powerful silver eyes that collided with mine made me swallow hard. He continued to poke holes in me with a look

decidedly sharp. "Careful what you say," he said before leaning back. head. "Do I... scare you?" I licked my lips before speaking, “Is this a prank? - I I calmly asked. Getting no response, I added, "Y-yes."

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He raised a perfect eyebrow. — Oh?

"I don't want to say anything wrong that could result in my death. “People say you're a ruthless killer who takes pleasure in killing his victims or making them disappear. I didn't even realize what I had said until I did. My eyes widened and I put my hand over my mouth. Jaw clenched, he ran a hand over his face. “You would do well to remember who you're talking to, miss,” he warned with his ice-hard silver gaze and his equally cold deep voice. “Hart,” I replied, my voice shaking. — Lauren Hart. It is, of course, Mr. Campbell.

“Miss Hart, I don't like to repeat myself. Why are you here? He pushed, his voice louder this time. Louder, and mixed with crackling anger and impatience. “I'm here for an interview. I didn't want to be here. I was pushed against a door and the only way out was an elevator that brought me here. I'm very sorry. If you will be so kind as to let me go, I will go. "I'm not kind," he spoke as if he was disgusted with a word he was unfamiliar with. - Clear. Had you been kind enough? Stretching to his full height, Mr. Campbell raised an eyebrow. A challenge.

— No difference. I was very angry when I met your heated gaze with my cold gaze.

"Could you let me go, please?" I don't want to bother you anymore.

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"Do you have a dictionary, Ms. Hart? he asked without even blinking. "Are those the only words you know?" “When I tried to answer, he cut me off. — It was a rhetorical question. — Oh.

"Indeed," he replied in a tone that made me wonder if he thought I was an idiot. “Give me your résumé.

I studied him for a long, uncomfortable moment. "Want to see my resume?" "I'm speaking your language, aren't I?" Give me your resume. I quickly passed my resume to him as he studied it. — Hmm. You went to Knight - obviously I didn't expect you to get good grades. “He only had two jobs. Zero experience,” he told himself, carefully enunciating each word. His face contorted in an odd mixture of pity and disapproval. “When you came here, I hope you had no hope of getting the job. From what I'm seeing here, you're not qualified enough to work at Campbell Industry, Ms. Hart,” he countered, every fiber of his being daring me to claim otherwise. I met your gaze with a steely glint, my anger ready to explode on me. I pressed my lips together and hoped he wouldn't notice the muscles shuddering in my face.

- Which? I won't get the job? I asked, his words plunging like a deftly wielded knife straight into my heart. I knew when I came here that I didn't have a chance, but that didn't mean I wasn't suffering.

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This was my only chance to get a perfect job with a good salary. I wanted to say that I shouldn't be interviewed by him, that it was a Mary Warner who called me for an interview. But I was a coward. - You will cry? he asked, cocking his head to the side. "No... I just...

- Good. Because I hate weak women who aren't strong enough to handle the truth. Dry your tears before leaving your DNA here. I stiffened, a vein in my forehead starting to throb. — Thank you for your time, Mr. Campbell. My heart pounded with rage as I tried to get up and leave his bloody office and hideous personality. “But…you're qualified for one thing. There is a job opening that suits you. Would you like to be my assistant? Don't let the word get to your head, though. “You'll just do my chores, answer my calls, and fetch me tea. Your salary, of course, will not be much. I took a series of long, deep breaths until the tension in me began to ease.

— Mr. Campbell if you just—” “Take it or leave it. There's a line of people who would throw themselves In this job.

Closing my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose and stifled the I want to throw my head back and scream. - Yes but... He looked away from me and looked at the papers in front of him. "Have a nice day, Ms. Hart. Part of me screamed that it was a good job and another part of me screamed that it didn't deserve to be stepped on, but the other part that screamed the loudest

won.

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- He is well! I accept the job. Pressing my lips together, I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and instead looked at him with disdain. — Mr. Campbell, are you listening? I said I take the job. My entire body vibrating with agitation, I clenched my hands into white fists under the table as he ignored me. "See you on Monday at eight o'clock," he waved, without hesitation. worry about looking at me. - Thank you! I will not... He interrupted: — Withdraw. What an idiot. I silently left the office, my mind replaying the 20 minutes of conversation I had with him, and during those minutes, he never said anything nice to me. How can anyone work for a person like that? Remember, Lauren. You work for him now. Oh yes, what a pity for me. If I weren't so desperate to find a job, would not have agreed to work for him. Even if the salary wasn't what I wanted, I would take your offer. I wasn't going to deny it, I had thought about not accepting it, but I remembered

of my father and how important it was to help him. I just hope to survive working for Mason Campbell.

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Chapter 2 My first day at Campbell Industry was great, so good I wish I could relive the day indefinitely. Think of the best thing that ever happened to you, right now multiply by one hundred. That's how I was feeling. Can you notice the sarcasm? That day was like that.

I couldn't remember the last time I woke up to get ready for work or to be excited and nervous at the same time. I had barely slept last night. My mind kept telling me I was going to work for Mason Campbell. At some point, I kept pinching myself, thinking it was nothing but a dream. When I told Beth, my best friend and roommate, she had the audacity to laugh in my face and called me a liar. She didn't believe I could talk to Mason, that I wasn't important enough to exchange words with him and be in his presence. She thought I had found work somewhere disgusting and I didn't want to tell her about it, so I started saying I was working at Campbell Industry. If I say I haven't been deeply insulted, I'd be lying. She was talking as if Mason was a God who couldn't be approached. But let me tell you something, Mason wasn't a God or an angel. He wasn't someone who would hand out candy to children and say pretty words that would make anyone feel hot in the stomach. He was the devil.

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Mason was someone who snatched candy from children and ate it in front of them. He was someone who pushed you in front of a moving car. He was someone who would say few words enough to make anyone have a heart attack or leave a scar on their heart. However, there was one good thing about him. He was handsome, that I couldn't deny. Why were handsome men rude, cold, and heartless? I speak from experience. The last handsome boyfriend I had a few years ago cheated on me. He said I was boring and demanding. What an idiot. Okay, maybe that wasn't reason enough. But what about those handsome guys I smile at and get dumped, huh? Anyway, Mason was the biggest idiot of them all. The idiot said I wasn't smart. He dared to mock my school. It was all lovely compared to what he said about me not having no experience. I could only imagine how horrible it would be to work for him. Maybe he was in a bad mood the other time? maybe he

really wasn't so bad and I misjudged it. Either way, I would be the best assistant he ever worked with. I wouldn't give him a reason to attack me and make fun of me. I woke up early, got dressed, and put on my brave, happy face. Not bothering to wake Beth up and tell her I was leaving because the bitch might say something I didn't want to, I took everything and left our apartment. In my opinion, what I was wearing was the best thing I could find in my closet.

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I could wear a pretty dress to a wedding or a special occasion, but I couldn't believe I was wearing it to work. I couldn't believe the hostility I saw when I set foot in the company. Apparently, word got out that I was the boss's new assistant. That hadn't happened in a while. Ignoring the few looks I received, I pressed my finger sweaty on the button that would take me to Mr. Campbell. The minute the door opened, I was out. My feet were so nervous that if they had a mind of their own, they would have run out of there and left me legless. When I stepped into the building, I had no idea where I was going.

I couldn't just break into Mr. Campbell and demand to know where my table was. Besides, I didn't think he'd arrived yet. — Lauren Hart? I turned at the sound of my name and came face to face with a beautiful woman.

She was so beautiful and dressed so well. I was jealous of her. All I wanted to do was pull her hair and ruin her skirt and blouse. I wanted to mess with that woman and I didn't know why. Oh, I knew why. She was so much better than me. God knows what she sees when she looks at me. I know what I see when I look at myself. She looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five. - Yea? I replied politely. I even smile. Did she smile back? Not. “My name is Jade. I'm a little surprised to see you here so soon, although it's a good thing. Mr. Campbell doesn't like it when

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your employees arrive late for work. I wanted to say — You didn't come a little earlier than me, bitch? — but instead, I smile again. “I'm sure no one wants to. I'm used to waking up early. Mr. Campbell doesn't have to worry about me arriving late. — Hmm. She nodded as she chewed her pen and decided to take a look at me, clearly not liking what she saw. “Nobody told me what Mr. Campbell, but I must say I'm a little disappointed. I expected much more than I had imagined. But I think he took pity on you. If I were him, I would feel sorry for you too. I didn't want to mess her up anymore, I wanted to kill her and bury her deep, and what would be left of her rotting corpse would be bones and skull. Were the boss and employees all the same? They all act like they're better than everyone else. I smiled widely. “I think he saw what he didn't see in anyone else. I must be lucky then. The murderous look on his face gave me a little satisfaction. - Whatever. Follow me and I'll show you your table.

I followed closely behind her, my eyes shooting daggers at her back. The minute she turned around, I put a sweet smile on her face. face. She pointed to a table that held a white laptop. The desk was propped against the wall, next to a large double door. “You're going to be sitting here,” she said. “You can only put one personal thing on your desk because Mr. Campbell doesn't like a lot of mess. Your job is to answer the phone and complete your

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tasks. - He understood?

- Yes. - Very good. Welcome to Campbell Industry. We'll see how much long you will last. I bit my tongue and forced a breath through my nose. “I guarantee I'll last longer than you. I watched her brow twitch, but she didn't say anything. She backed away, letting me settle in. It didn't take thirty minutes before Mr. Campbell came in like a storm ready to suck everyone into its vortex. His face was emotionless and those cold stone eyes could end anyone's existence. I froze, unable to take my eyes off the musculature of your arms, chest and legs. The way his blue Armani suit clung to his body like a second skin. There was a perfect, predatory lethality to his movements as he walked. My heart was pounding with fascination. He was a powerful man, incredible in every way, and the mere sight of him now, in his glory, nearly brought me to my knees. It was like seeing him for the first time. They all nodded good morning to him, but he ignored them and passed with more grace than I'd ever seen anyone else as he walked into his office. He was so rude. I stayed at my desk for a few minutes before gathering my courage and approaching his office. I knocked on his door. Once, twice and I got no response. I hit again.

Very loud this time.

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- What?! His voice was deep and booming. It sounded like he was snoring heavily inside the building.

Swallowing the bile that had built up in my throat, I turned the knob and pushed open the door. I entered his cold office and closed the door behind me. “Good morning, sir,” I greeted him as my heart pounded in my chest. Mr. Campbell slowly lifted his head to look at me. He looked scarier than I could have imagined, and I couldn't control the shudder that shook my body when those silver eyes were fixed on me. There was nothing familiar in his gaze.

I held my breath. His gaze wandered over me, an almost lazy action. I felt bored. I felt annoyance.

A distance that was almost icy separated him. Our eyes were locked for a long and stressful time. A hundred feelings passed through me in that instant. It was like if everything in the world had stopped. That man... he was scary. And I may have accidentally sold my soul to him. - Yes? can i help — Ele lative. I stared at him, unable to understand what he meant by that. Was I not allowed to greet him until he needed me? Before I could say anything, he fired more questions at me. - How did you get here? Who let you in? - He pressed an intercom and spoke into it. "Who let this woman in?"

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“I pay you to let some stranger into my office?! How what woman? You are fired! He was raising his voice to the poor receptionist. It was a voice that represented sudden death to me. — Please, Mr. Campbell, you hired me to be yours assistant. Lauren Hart, remember?

I asked in a choked, pleading voice. My heart was pounding and I couldn't move. My deepest instinct warned me not to piss this man off anymore. He was like a relentless storm, a force you can't count on. Mason raised his eyebrows as he watched me, pointing the pen at me when remembering. “You certainly look different. Well, not as bad as you were the other day, it's progress. “Yes, sir,” I replied, struggling to keep my tone light and simple. — I will try to live up to the expectations of this company. Mason raised his eyebrows as he watched me, pointing the pen at me when remembering. Finally taking his eyes off me, he replied, "I don't see how that's possible, Mrs. Hart. I watched him scribble something on a piece of paper.

- Take it. I quickly moved to grab the paper from him, our fingers almost touching in the process if he hadn't dropped it immediately before it happened. — This is my email and password. — Answer all my emails. Ignore those that are not relevant. Do not schedule a meeting without consulting me first. Under no circumstances, Ms. Hart, make some of my emails public. Keep my emails private. If I find out that you mentioned this to someone, family or friend, I guarantee you will deeply regret it.

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My heart started to beat faster and I hated the fact that he could evoke this anxiety in me. And he was doing it intentionally. Of course, he was.

“Every morning at exactly nine o'clock, you'll fetch me my tea, not my coffee. I like black. It shouldn't be too cold or too hot. — All files I need to sign must be in my table before I got here. “Do not enter my office and visitors are not allowed from twelve to one. You pick up my lunch at the Roseire restaurant. It's an hour's drive and I don't care how you get there. Just order mine as usual. Remember I need it hot and on my table at 2. If it gets cold I will deduct the price from your salary. Was he serious? God, he's so bossy. Sitting there, declaring his orders like he ruled the land or something. God, if this man ruled the world, we would all be doomed. I didn't spend much time in his presence, but I could tell that the world would suffer at his hands. - Are you listening to me? He looked indignant. Anger emanated from his face, his gaze traveling critically over me. Something dark flickered in his expression that made my stomach churn. Swallowing hard, I shook my head. His eyes narrowed. “Don't wave. Answer when I'm talking to you, got it? - Yes sir. I looked down before looking at him. The fierce expression on his face filled me with terror. He continued with his cold, implacable tone.

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“I took it upon myself to give this to you. “He threw what looked like a manual at me. — Read it. Follow this. If you want to be here in a week. “I promise I won't let you down,” I said quietly. “I don't care if you let me down, Ms. Hart. I would be happy. That would only prove what I think about you. Don't think you've officially joined Campbell Industry. You are being judged. Any mistake will get you out of here faster than you can blink. Like I said, you're not the only one who would love to have this job. People with more talent than you. He laced his fingers together in front of him. “And don't get it into your head that you're special. Motherfucker. An answer leapt to my lips, but he silenced me with a raised hand. - That is all. I turned and silently left the office.

I felt like I had just heard that someone I knew had died and I was grieving for that person. I didn't even know what to think.

I knew Mason Campbell was many things, and being a man rude was one of them, but I never knew he was so rude. Without making eye contact with anyone, I walked over to my desk.

I sat down, counting from one to ten before turning my attention to the employee handbook I'd been given. I was about to start flipping through it when I heard a cough. I lifted my head and glared at Jade, who was giving me a “ I hate you, but there's nothing I can do about it” face. - Trying?

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm supposed to give you a damn tour, like I've got nothing better to do with my time," she scoffed, turning around helplessly.

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expect me to say nothing. I stared at her retreating form, wondering if she was in PMS or if your meanness was natural. Was everyone there horrible?

I couldn't remember the last time I was surrounded by such vile people. Even high school wasn't that bad and that said a lot.

Miss Cowface probably thought she was one of the best people in this company, someone who would step on her toes no matter what and someone who thought everyone needed to follow. Well, I wouldn't be anyone's bitch. I looked at the manual again, opening the first page. - You do not come? “I heard Jade yell at me. Looking at his angry face, I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I didn't know you wanted me to follow you. You should have said that. I closed the manual and got up to follow her. The next thirty minutes were so boring. Jade showed me every room in the building and I knew I wouldn't remember every place because I wasn't giving it my full attention. I almost danced for joy as I sat back down in the chair. Finally it's over.

Being in Jade's presence sucked what little happiness I had left. At exactly eight-fifty-five I ran to get Mr. Campbell. I paused, trying to remember if he'd told me how much sugar he wanted or if he really wanted it. I took a lot of risks and didn't put sugar in his tea. That could save me or kick me out of the company. When he gave me permission to enter his office, I

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I did it very calmly, for the first time without fear. I kept the tea in front of him and waited to be asked out. Mr. Campbell took his time finishing on his laptop before picking up his tea. I sighed in relief when he didn't start screaming about the lack of sugar. “You can go,” he said coldly. He still hadn't looked at me. “You're welcome, sir,” I said, turning to leave the office. His voice stopped me from moving. “What did you just say? There was disbelief in his tone. rage. A wave of terrible rage that made my legs shake. "Are you being sarcastic with me, Ms. Hart? I shook my head, trying to pinpoint the exact moment my senses left my body. I wasn't being sarcastic. How could I know I had a boss like him? It was simply an instinct that made me say that. “I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to offend. “I couldn't count how many times I'd apologized from the moment I met him. And something told me there was more to come.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to break me down and prove to him that I was weak and unable to handle the pressure.

At least, that's what I thought he was doing. - Can go.

I ran out of there, breathing properly when I was out of his penetrating gaze. A low chuckle started and I spun around the culprit. A tall, thin guy was looking at me, his lips curled into a sly smile.

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He had short, dark hair on the sides, and the end in the middle was a little long and messy. When he saw me looking, he crossed into my space. “Congratulations,” said his deep voice with a hint of a joke. “You survived two visits to his office. It deserves a celebration.

I couldn't help but smile. One, because I knew he was probably telling the truth, and two, because I knew I would like him. He was different from how I saw him. With a little bow that earned him another chuckle, I said, "Would you like to engrave this on a cup and deliver it to my table?" “Oh, smart. You will generate your own satisfaction. Combined. I held out my hand, my smile getting wider. - I'm Lauren. Lauren Hart. The red haired guy let go of his cup and shook his head. “Nice to meet you, Lauren. I'm Aaron Hardy. It's very good seeing someone leaving the boss's office without a tear. “Call me brave. He nodded, cocking his head the other way to study me. — Or idiot. Why did you take the job? he asked, and before I could answer, he cut me off with an exclamation, "Oh! I think I understood. It's the pay, isn't it? It's always about the salary.

I rolled my eyes. - Like that. I need the money. - Ah. “You were nice to me. How is this possible? Everyone hates me or still doesn't hate me. They're all so tense. Like, guys, take it easy.

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He laughed, his shoulders shaking. “Trust me when I say they're jealous of you. Mr. Campbell doesn't hire - excuse my choice of words - someone like you. “He likes upper-class employees, people who wouldn't embarrass his company. But they think you might be special to him. I snorted. “This is so stupid. He hates me. “He hates you as much as he hates everyone. It's not personal. “I want to know why. “That's it, my dear Lauren, we're always wondering,” he said, winking at me. “Let's get back to work before we have to work overtime. I stepped beside him, looking surprised. - Are you serious?

"No," he replied quickly. “He's not such an asshole. I stopped pacing, giving him my best You're kidding me look. He turned and shrugged. “Okay, maybe he's an asshole. “A classy asshole, if you ask me. Someone cleared their throat and I froze in shock. My heart raced. It was Aaron's laughter that seemed to relieve me. “My god,” he doubled over in laughter. “You should have seen his face. You thought it was him. - Was not? “No, but you must be careful with your words. A green haired girl smiled at me, passing her arm around Aaron's neck. "Is this the new girl?" I straightened up, pushing my shoulders up and looked straight into his eyes.

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She giggled.

"Calm down, girl, I don't bite," she said, amused. with me trying to hold on. I immediately relaxed, realizing she meant no harm. No sign of disdain. — I am Athena. I raised an eyebrow. — Lauren. You have green hair and you haven't been fired yet.

I knew for sure that Mason would never, ever hire someone with green hair. “That's because he can't fire me. I'm his aunt. - Which?! But you don't seem to have more than... — 23? Athena asked. “Yes, I've heard that several times. He's older than me, but I'm his aunt, blah, blah, blah. His mother is my half-sister. - Wow. “She must be the only person he would be good with. Athena looked at my confused face. “Oh honey, just because I'm his aunt doesn't mean I don't have to put up with his shit too. “Yeah, but you're the only person he respects,” Aaron said. She shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal. Never I thought Mr. Campbell was able to respect anyone. His Earth-sized ego wouldn't be able to handle such a thing. For a man who demanded respect everywhere he went, it was strange to imagine that. - Let's go back to work.

I patted Aaron on the shoulder before heading to my room. mesa.

I had a long and painful day ahead of me.

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Chapter 3 - I arrived! I took off my shoes by the door and walked barefoot around the apartment. I could hear noisy sounds coming from the kitchen and decided to investigate. A small laugh escaped me when I saw Beth hovering over the island, covered in flour. That's what Beth did, she cooked when she was stressed and she really makes the most delicious cake ever. It's strange that. when she's not stressed, she couldn't make a good cake. It was too sweet or half burnt. I could never understand how it worked. She looked up and wiped the flour on her cheek, missing it. completely the place. - What do we have here? — I approached the bowl of icing, I dipped my finger inside before putting it in my mouth. I nodded in approval. — Mm. tasty. - How was work? As if she'd ripped the bandage off me, I groaned and was hit with anger and humiliation. “I'm ready to give up. She raised her eyebrows. 'You don't like the store?' - Store? What store? You still think I don't work at Campbell Industry? Do you think I would just lie like that? Why would I lie about this? Why don't I deserve it? Do you think someone else should have the job? “Fuck, a simple one wouldn't have sufficed. Ok, I believe in you. God, just shut up and tell me what's bothering you so much. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, hearing his footsteps behind me.

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“That bastard Mason Campbell. He's a nightmare, Beth. He hates me and makes fun of me every chance he gets,” I complained, my fists clenching as I remembered how rude he'd been since I'd met him. He is the most ungrateful wretch of all. Who the hell does he think he is? FF! I sat on the couch and crossed my legs. “Then get out.

I looked at her. - You are crazy? - I asked. “I need the money and you know why. I have to take care of my father. I am all he has. I stopped when my voice started to fail. I didn't want to open old wounds, I didn't want to think about the woman who left us. 'What are you going to do then?' - Move on. Not the end of the world. She smiled and patted my arm. “That's right, girl. Just lift your head up high. Smile when he's an idiot, smile when he's an asshole. Don't let him see you frustrated. "I'm sure he'll be so upset that you won't." react to your words or actions. Suddenly, I jumped off the couch and hugged her.

- You are right! I exclaimed, the earlier frustration suddenly replaced by the happy, joyful old me. — When someone is rude, kill them with a smile. You're awesome, Beth Wallace. - I know. - She smiled. "Now that we've got that out of the way, when are you going to introduce me to him?" I want to see him, Laurie! I want to look into those eyes and see your strong body that puts women in a coma. I want to see you! I want to know what it's like to be seduced with just one look. She gushed, her eyes gleaming more and more. I grabbed a pillow and hit her.

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“He's not my boyfriend, nor is he a friend I can only introduce. He's my boss and we'll both be dead before that happens. Keep your fantasies on the internet. — I went to my room to take a shower. ***

It was half past twelve and I was still answering Mr. Campbell. There were so many that I had lost count of how many I answered. Some were sent from other companies who wanted to set up a meeting with him, some were from clients and some were personal emails from his family. I had scheduled important meetings, and when one o'clock came in the afternoon, I was happy with my progress. A blue light appeared in my inbox and I clicked on it, shocked to see the recipient but more shocked to see the email subject. Open now. A demand. An order. God, Mason Campbell was a rude man. I clicked on the email.

Mrs. Hart, You must go to this address before coming to work and ask for Peter Walsh. Make sure you're not a minute late for work. Mason Campbell.

Well, at least his email looked better than what he would have actually said personally. I quickly typed an answer. Mr. Campbell, I got your message and it will be done. Should I get something from Mr. Walsh? Have a good night.

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Kindly, Lauren Hart. The minute I sent it, I wanted to unsubscribe. I know for sure that a rude email would soon arrive because I had asked a stupid question. If he wanted me to get something, he would have mentioned it. God, I'm so stupid. I bit my fingers and looked at the screen, waiting for a answer I would surely fear. I could imagine several responses from him. I would have included if there was more to say.

Or something like, “I didn't give you permission to send a reply. I rolled my eyes because it wasn't impossible for him to say that. Five minutes passed and there was nothing. He may be busy or he didn't feel it necessary to answer me. My eyes fluttered open and it took five seconds before I could notice that the sky was bright rather than dark. I gasped and checked the time, seeing it as clear as day. 7:10. I screamed and jumped out of my chair, nearly tripping and falling to the floor. I jumped in the shower and got dressed in five minutes.

That was the shortest shower I've ever taken. Carrying my shoes in my hand, I went out and hailed a cab. I quickly gave him the address Mr. Campbell me sent and I leaned back in the seat. Oh God. I was going to be late on my second day. I couldn't even imagine how Mr. Campbell would react to my delay. Especially Jade, who would love nothing more than to see me fired.

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“Can you please hurry? I don't want to be late,” I told the driver impatiently, checking the time again. 7:17.

The minute the car stopped at a building, I asked the driver to wait for me. I ran inside and walked over to the receptionist. “Peter Walsh?” I asked breathlessly. — I'm from Industry Campbell and I'm here to see Mr. Walsh. “He just left,” he replied, sealing my death certificate. - Which? I tried not to explode and scream at the same time. 'When is he coming back?' I really need to see you. “I'm sorry, ma'am, but you have to wait an hour to see him. He just left for his morning activity. - One hour? I don't even have twenty minutes! Thank's for your time. I ran outside and got into the cab, giving him my work address. Sweat started to form on my forehead and my hands. began to tremble with fear. It took a long time before he managed to get out of the cab and into Campbell Industry. I felt like all eyes were on me, but in reality, everyone was doing their job. My heels clicked as I lifted the floor and Jade's smug face greeted me. I smiled, trying not to show how worried and scared was. — Good morning, Jade.

“What a nice morning, Lauren. Do not you think? - she mocked raising an eyebrow.

- And I think.

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I walked past her to go to Mr. Campbell. I just wanted to put some files on your desk and get back to mine before he cornered me in his office. Opening the door, I almost took a step back when I saw him. sitting in his chair, talking on the phone. I didn't expect to see you. Like this? And his office, so of course he would be here. - Yea. Jerry, let him know the shipping details. No, no It must be later than today. I walked over to his desk and placed the files in front of him. Turning to leave, I nearly did a victory dance to escape Mason Campbell's wrath. "Don't move, Ms. Hart. There went my hope of living a new day. I stayed where I was and waited until he ended the call. I even prayed that he would get uninterrupted calls and finally he would ask me to leave without being confronted by him. - Very good. Make sure I get the reports. He hung up the phone. “Miss Hart.” His sudden change in tone made my heart race. “I hate four things and one of them is incompetent people. I swallowed hard. “You failed to do a simple job today. “I'm sorry sir. I... Those silver eyes captured mine and seemed to pierce my skin. “Don't interrupt me. His eyes went cold. “I'm giving you one last chance, Miss Hart. Failing to do what is asked will only get you fired. And maybe you don't know the consequences of being fired from Campbell Industry.

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“No one will be willing to hire you after knowing you worked for me. He rose from his chair and unbuttoned his suit, moving to my side. “Getting fired from my company is like a death sentence. Don't you want to work for the rest of your life, Miss Hart? My chest rose and fell. He hovered over me, dark and dangerous. His expression was cold and stony. “I'm not surprised you failed to complete a simple task. “I thought so, which is why I sent you and Jade Willows two emails. And take a look at this, work is important to her. My breath came out in a rush, then became quick and shallow. If he was so sure I was going to fail his task, why did he give it to me in the first place? So he couldn't miss the chance to humiliate and insult me? And Jade... no wonder she asked how mine was morning. She was probably laughing in her head. My hands clenched into fists. Gradually, my anger subsided. The pounding cry of my heart subsided. I controlled my emotions. Never in all my life did I expect to fall into a situation I couldn't escape. I couldn't let myself get fired or give up after know what would happen next. How much power does Mason Campbell have over everyone?

I knew he took immense pleasure in insulting me and

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what reason, I didn't know. But I couldn't be selfish. I was doing this for daddy. I would swallow it and take it all like the brave girl my father taught me to be. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes and you make sure you're there,” he spoke softly. It was little more than a whisper. However, cloaked in those words was an iron warning. “Hey,” Aaron greeted me. - Hey.

— How is your second day at work? "What do you think it would be like if you added pickles, Nutella and peanut butter to your sandwich?" Aaron grimaced. “Disgusting… Ah. - He smiled. - Coming soon you will get used to everything around here and you will get better. I smiled. - So what's up? Need something? “I've been assigned to make sure you get to the meeting early. My eyebrows rose. — No kidding, really? So he's decided I'm not capable of being punctual and he's got a babysitter? And you were given the dumbest task of escorting me to the meeting? He rose to his full height, a teasing smile on his face. face. “I'm kidding you, Lauren. He doesn't have the time or energy to do that. I like you. I don't want you to be fired. “You don't know what would happen when that happened. “Oh, I think I have a good idea. He told me himself. But this is just plain stupid. Why the hell would he have so much influence over people?

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“You underestimate the power of Mason Campbell, Lauren. “This reminds me. When I came here for an interview, I saw a woman being escorted off the premises. I felt so bad. She didn't deserve to be treated this way. What did she do? "You mean Gretchen?" She is accused of stealing some important files. They never found them. "Do you think she did it?" A black cloud formed over his head before he shook his head. “No, but it doesn't matter if she did it or not. She's already a suspect. — Difficult place.

He nodded in agreement. I checked my watch. “We have seven minutes before the meeting starts. I want to arrive early. I don't want to be scolded again. Aaron laughed. “Well, I wouldn't want you to be alone. I walked beside Aaron to the conference room and, to my surprise, someone was already ahead. She was sitting in the chair next to the boss's seat. I held back a laugh, but I don't think I tried very hard. She looked up and looked at us. “I think someone is more eager than you to please the boss,” Aaron commented. “Don't try too hard, Jade. It will just be a complete waste. “Shut up,” she snapped at him. I didn't say anything, found a seat at the end of the table and sat down. Aaron sat next to me. At exactly eight o'clock, people began to enter and fill all the empty chairs until there were none left. And at exactly eight minutes past three, Mr. Campbell entered. We got up from our seats and when he sat down,

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we followed him. I tried very hard to stay out of your sight. But not enough already that I could still see his face clearly. He wasn't smiling and he wasn't frowning either.

He looked serious, determined and everyone put all their minds and attention on it.

Power, leadership and authority were his. I looked away from his piercing eyes and focused my own attention to the external view. — Srta. Hart. It was so beautiful. I could stare at him all day. — Srta. Hart. “Lauren,” Aaron hissed, elbowing me in the ribs. — Then what? I glared at him, rubbing the place he'd elbowed me. It hurt. I hope he didn't hurt me. Then I realized that all eyes were on me. I wanted to hide under the table. “Failure to complete a task, not paying attention during a meeting, what else are you going to show us in a day, Ms. Hart? He scoffed. The eyes of Mr. Campbell was on me, his hands clasped in front of him as he looked at me. His dark blue Armani suit somehow made him look wider and taller than ever - he was already huge, but sitting there, he looked bigger than he was. The very air seemed to hum and sizzle with the power of his presence— strong and vital, very bold and demanding.

My pulse suddenly beat fast from being his primary attention, but I believed he didn't know the effect he had on me—or did he? I lifted my chin and stared back, hoping it was a look from someone who was cool and confident.

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“Sorry, it won't happen again. I was glad I didn't stutter and show a sign of weakness. “So you keep mentioning it.

A moment of silence. — Srta. Willow.

Jade was quick to respond. 'Well, sir?' She sounded irritatingly sweet. She looked like a dog that had seen a treat. God, couldn't she at least pretend she was less excited? — Switch seats with Mrs. Hart. His face dropped in shock. I was just as surprised as she was.

Jade slipped out of her chair and Aaron had to elbow me again before I got out of the chair. With every step I took, the knot in my stomach tightened. I would have preferred to stay where I was.

The fact that all eyes were on me, especially the of Mr. Campbell, did not put me at ease. My steps slowed, but I didn't stop moving. I took Jade's chair. I was out in the open for all to see. I wanted to sink to the ground and disappear.

Athena was there too. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, then she blinked. I looked at Aaron, who had an easy smile. If anyone else was surprised by Mr. Campbell, did not speak aloud. Although no one showed any outward hostility, there was also no sign of friendship. Except for Jade, whom I became the only object of thinly disguised hate. I blinked.

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If they all knew that Mr. Campbell for that was to cause me discomfort, they would let me breathe. I offered her a tentative smile, but my smile faltered. I looked away. - We can start? Marcus? Marcus was the man sitting next to Athena. He was of medium height, wore round glasses and a blue suit. He had dark hair, but there were streaks of gray hair. I had never spoken to him.

“As you know, we did some research a few months ago and talked about it with everyone else here. They all nodded in agreement. “We think Bethany's drone idea works too. Marcus pointed to the setup on the side of the room. “Ninety-three percent of the people in the survey we did complain about some problems they're having. “People losing their belongings on the street, tourists getting lost in the city. Developing a drone that can solve these problems would be a great idea, Mr. Campbell. — For example, if someone loses an earring, show the picture to the drone and it locates it.

— Yes, the market will be really huge and this could be ours biggest project yet,” said a red-haired woman. — We have already started collecting all data and designing the system it's planned. Mike's team really did a good job.

“Send them to me later, Riley,” Campbell said. Then he leaned towards me and whispered. - Make sure let me receive them. Mrs. Hart. This is your second task. I shook my head, trying not to react to our closeness and the way his voice sounded when he whispered. Mr. Campbell suggested that everyone set aside five minutes to present new ideas about the project.

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I didn't dare think I would be a part of it, as I was nothing to him more than an errand girl. After everyone finished, the ideas started to be distributed and most of them were being crossed out.

I kept quiet and only got up to get him a hot water bottle. When I got back, the meeting was over. “Have lunch with us today,” Athena said as we exited the meeting room. - OK. I plastered a smile on my face all the way back to my table, glad I didn't have lunch alone. I sat in my chair and answered a few emails.

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Chapter 4 I didn't know there were so many employees.

I underestimated how great Campbell Industry and its interior decor was because the cafeteria was beautiful. Everything was clean and shiny. I was having lunch with Athena and Aaron. Fortunately, in this huge mess hall, Jade wouldn't track where I was. I was not in the mood to enter a competition of who stared at the other longer. I had already done this with our boss. I liked Athena. She was a breath of fresh air, outgoing and the nicest friend I ever wanted. No offense to Beth. But Athena was a little different. She could literally calm an angry rhino if she wanted to. In addition, he was also looking to find out how his relationship with Mason worked. How was he at home? Was he as tense as he was at work? Did money and fame affect him so much that he forgot how to treat people? - You like it here? I played with my salad, not really wanting to eat anything. It's not like I'm not hungry. I really was, but I was also scared to do something that could fire me, and then I wouldn't know what to do. If I eat I might vomit and I've read the manual enough to know that the office must always be clean and bright. But it was not as surprising as the rule that stated that all employees should be clean. No stains or dirt should be seen on your clothes.

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all the time. I looked down at my white blouse, glad I didn't spill it. juice on my shirt without knowing.

“It sucks, but to do what? I need the salary. I didn't know someone could wear someone down as fast as Mr. Campbell does to me. Athena riu. "He's a bastard, isn't he?" But the perks of working here is that you can see that handsome, muscular, rich six-foot asshole and admire how hot he is. I stared at her, completely shocked by her words and her ability to say it with a straight face.

"He's your nephew," I reminded her, in case she'd hit the head in the morning and forgotten about that little detail. I could never say that about my family, and not that I'd ever seen any of them. My family was complicated. My father's family cut ties with him after he married my mother. His family was rich and they thought my mother was a gold digger. She didn't deserve it, they told him. She was not a good woman. But my father was so passionate for her who ignored her family's advice and got her pregnant. They cut ties with him and he hasn't spoken to them in 23 years. They didn't even know he had cancer. He was afraid that they would reject him and also ashamed that they had been right about his mother all along. - He is very hot. You should see him in casual clothes... that scarred ass. I shot a look at Aaron. - You too? He shrugged. “I like the fruit, honey. - He was gay. “I can't see anything but that bad personality.

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Do women like this? They both gave me a look like: Are you kidding? “99.9 percent of women don't care about their bad personality,” Aaron said. “They only care that he's hot and insanely rich and single. Anything beyond that doesn't matter so much. — The guy was named the sexiest man in the world for 5 years consecutive. He is the most wanted bachelor in the UK. I was amazed. Can someone with this bad personality still be loved? “I bet he loved that,” I said, popping the salad into my mouth. Immediately, Aaron and Athena started laughing as if they had heard a bad joke. - Which? — Did you love it? she repeated.

Mason hated it. He said he's too good for that category. Said a lot of things, actually. “One of them was that it was an insult to have your name attached to other people's names. He also said he would sue them for discriminating against him. I choked. “How is that discriminatory? Athena shrugged her shoulders.

“He doesn't want to be associated with anything or anyone. Your only focus in life is getting richer every day and being the most powerful man. "Isn't he already?"

Aaron lowered his voice. “He wants to rule the world. I laughed.

They didn't laugh.

“You're kidding. I stared at Aaron wide-eyed, then Athena.

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“We never joked about the Mason Campbell story. My voice dropped to a whisper. "So is it also true that he makes people disappear and kills them in an isolated area and disposes of the body?" I asked, afraid of the answer. “He also has a torture chamber,” Athena added in a hushed tone. “Where he tortures people for information or those who wronged him. - Oh my God! Really?! - I exclaimed, getting a few glances in return. I looked down, my face red from the attention I didn't want to draw. Athena's face suddenly contorted into a funny expression before she burst into laughter as she clutched her stomach. I don't mean a giggle. It was a booming laugh that made me stare more intently. Probably wondering if she was crazy. “You should have seen his face,” she yelled between giggles. “God, you believe things so easily. Mason doesn't kill anyone. Aaron laughed. “But he makes people disappear, so you must behave yourself. I looked at her. “But don't tell anyone I said that,” she continued. “Mason wants people to believe he kills to scare them. If you tell anyone what I said about not being true, you haven't heard from me. I rolled my eyes.

- Do not worry about it. It's not like I want to talk about him anyway. I want to leave everything about him in the office. “It's so cute how you don't like him. - She smiled.

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“Or seems to be affected by it. I think that's why he wants you close. God, I'm so glad he did that to Jade. “What I would give to see something like that again. - You dont like her? - She dislikes. Aaron smiled. “Jade was a bitch to Athena when she got here. But when she found out it was her aunt, she started to be friendly and... “And I put her in her place because I don't like fake people. But she's still trying, you know? She still expects me to speak well of her to Mason. I shook my head. It looks like Jade would do something like that. - Holy crap! I yelled, glancing at my watch. "It's past noon!" - And? What does that mean? I grabbed my phone and gulped my juice, waving at them. 'I have to get his lunch and I hear it's far!' See you! I ran to the elevator, pressing the button. I didn't remember that I was breaking rule number twenty-eight. No running in the building.

The minute I walked out of the building onto the street, someone yelled my Name.

- Lauren, wait! Athena ran to me and threw me a key that I caught with a good reflex. I played basketball in college. “Take my car,” she said. “Believe me, it's better than taking a cab. It will cost you a lot. - Thanks! I gave her a quick hug before she directed me to where her car was parked. It was a good car. It smelled like a new one.

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I put the restaurant's name on the GPS before pulling out of the parking lot. I drove fast and got there in thirty minutes. Without wasting any more time, I ordered the usual Mason Campbell. The waitress was shaking so hard when she gave me the food that looked

that Mason was after me. Was he? I turned around to check, but there was no one, and I wanted to hit me for being so stupid. But it didn't cost anything to check. When I left the restaurant, I thought I was finally going impress Mr. Campbell. I would definitely get a thank you, or even a smile. Uh.

I shouldn't be too hopeful. He would never smile at me. He might be grateful, though. With a smile, I got in the car and started driving back to town. Turning on the radio, I listened with a clear mind and a solid heart. I thought about leaving early today, but something tells me I wouldn't be receiving a favor.

I wanted to go see Dad and talk to him, see how he was doing. Since I started working at Campbell Industry, I've barely had time to see my father. We had texted each other the night before, but it was brief. I was getting kind of homesick, although it was ridiculous. I was missing Dad a lot. The car started making a strange noise. It was coming from the engine and I wanted to stop and take a look. I decided not to do that because it would waste time and time was something I didn't have.

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Ten minutes into the drive, the car began to slow down. “No, no, no,” I sang frantically. “Please don't break. I looked up to the sky, praying to god the car wouldn't break down. That would be a big disaster. I kept my hands on the steering wheel and stomped on the gas, determined to get back to the company before the car stalled in the middle of the road. How the hell would I get back?

God was on my side this time and I arrived at the office without the car broke down. I wanted to kiss the ground and jump for joy, but then I remembered of rule number fifty-eight. No employee should act inappropriately or display any act of childishness in public while near the company. Idiot rules. Mason Campbell idiot. - Where are you coming from? Jade snapped as I exited the elevator. I walked past her and answered.

"Why don't you come and ask me again in Mr. Campbell. "I'm sure he'd be happy with you asking. where did his assistant go? I didn't wait for her to respond, knowing that whatever would receive would be an angry look. I knocked on the door slowly. - In between.

I walked in, my legs and hands shaking. “Your lunch on time, sir. I cracked a smile.

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He didn't say anything and I didn't move. I thought if I did, I would be reprimanded. When minutes seemed to pass without an answer, Mr. Campbell looked up from his papers. - What are you waiting for? Applause for finally doing your job right? I opened and closed my mouth, looking for something to say. When I think about it, what should I say about it? “Keep it on the table and go.

I did just that and left silently after finishing. I've been busy all day, although that didn't stop me from thinking about my boss. I was smart enough not to cross his path again or make mistakes. I was doing the best I could to stay out of trouble and it was getting easier when I put my mind to it. After I left the office that night, I stopped at a nearby restaurant and bought Thai food, knowing I wouldn't be able to cook, and Beth was out tonight. I was not a great cook. She was always a great chef, not me. When I got home, I collapsed on the bed. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I got to bed. For three days I managed to please Mr. Campbell. And it was really nice when the rudeness stopped.

I mean, he just stopped insulting me. It was already progress.

He was getting used to seeing me, though he never missed a chance to remind me that it was just a temporary job. If I got out of line, it would all be over for me. I had access to your schedule and it was helpful if I needed to get out of your way.

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I was also getting used to seeing Aaron and Athena and being

their friend was great. I also started talking to Jonathan from the marketing department. He was nice, but he thought it was funny, when it wasn't. Jade hadn't stopped bothering me with her words, but all she got in return was several eye rolls, which really came as a slap as she expected me to engage in a verbal insult with her. I was an adult. Clearly, she had forgotten about that. Work was frustrating, especially file work that Mr. Campbell assigned me to do it. It had been two days and I was still struggling to sort the files alphabetically, while I was constantly interrupted by the non-stop ringing phone. The phone rang beside me and I knew it wasn't a customer or someone asking for the boss. It was the boss himself.

- Yes sir? I asked politely. — I emailed some documents that need to be printed. Do it now,” he ordered before hanging up. I looked at the phone, muttering under my breath. what an idiot

Then I groaned, looking at the pile of files in front of me. After printing the documents, I was heading back when I bumped into someone and the papers fell out of my hands. I bent down to pick them up and the person who bumped into me tried to help me. “I'm sorry,” she apologized, handing the last paper to me. I smiled. - He is well. I wasn't looking either.

She adjusted her glasses and I looked at that beautiful person who was in front of me.

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Everyone was so beautiful there.

It was as if Mr. Campbell only hired people who had a pretty face, but I doubt it. The girl in front of me wore simple clothes. There was nothing extraordinary about her, and I could have sworn she was wearing a blouse from a year ago. Something tells me she was just like me. A girl from a poor background. I could relax now, knowing I wasn't the only one who was poor and without expensive clothes. - We do not know each other. I am Odee and you are Lauren. - You know my name?

She smiled.

“Everyone knows your name, Lauren. — As Mr. Campbell hired someone who doesn't meet company standards, everyone should know that person's name, right? — I countered defensively.

Odee's face fell. - No of course not. She sounded honest. “I know your name because Jade has been talking about you nonstop. I rolled my eyes. “Because I'm not surprised. And not good things, right? I got a response from his shrug. “I haven't seen you around. “Yeah, I don't come here much unless I have to. I'm on the second floor. IT department. You should come visit me sometime. - That would be cool. Sorry, but I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Odee. - You too. See you around Lauren. See if it doesn't go away. I went back to my desk, checked that I hadn't missed anything.

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before hitting the lions' den.

“Come in, Miss Hart. I opened the door and closed it.

Mr. Campbell wasn't sitting in his chair like I thought he would be. Instead, he was lying on his couch, his hands and legs crosses in front of him. He wasn't wearing his jacket. His white shirt clung to him, and his huge biceps looked like they could rip the poor shirt off any second now. I swallowed hard and looked away from his biceps. Don't think about your biceps. He's your boss. He's an idiot. An idiot with a beautiful body. Get up! “How did you know it was me? "I found myself asking, after keeping the papers on the table his finger pointed at. Mr. Campbell didn't open his eyes as he replied, “No one hits more irritatingly than you. And that was it. My fault for asking in the first place. I learned that nothing good came out of his mouth for asking questions. — Oh, and Ms. Hart? Make a reservation at the best restaurant tonight. 7 pm I have a business meeting. His eyes opened, but they didn't fall on me. — I repeat, best restaurant. I'm totally convinced that you don't know or have never heard of anything because of your status, so you're free to ask for help. I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn't see me. - Yes sir. Anything else? - I'll see you there. I opened my mouth. - But...

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Those silver eyes looked sharply in my direction and straight into my own pair of eyes. I could have stopped breathing right then and there. "Do you have something to say, Ms. Hart? Got something better to do?

By chance, yes. I would go to the hospital to visit my father, who I haven't seen in a while. But because I am a coward and a prisoner of those eyes that do not wanted to fight, I shook my head. - I do not have any plans. Combined. “I wanted to cry, I wanted to say that my father mattered more than his stupid business meeting. He looked away and closed his eyes again.

“Close the door gently when you leave. There's no reason to take it out on her because you were too cowardly to admit you had plans. I'll be waiting for you,” he dismissed. I wanted to tear him apart. I clenched my fists and walked back to my desk, feeling so inconsolable. I struggled not to let any tears fall from my eyes. One, because I wanted to teach myself to be strong, and two, Jade wouldn't stop looking at me. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I wouldn't give her something to insult me and gossip that she would be happy to share with everyone. It didn't occur to me what I would wear that night until I remembered who had nothing to wear. I didn't have pretty clothes, and I certainly didn't have a dress that was elegant enough for Seasons Restaurant, or my boss's taste. "Beth, I'm screwed!" I yelled, pulling on dress after dress and tossing it onto my bed.

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— What am I going to wear?!

- Calm! I'm sure you'll find something. I turned and looked at her. “You've been saying this for five minutes and we've looked into it.

my dresses for the third time. “And they're not very good. I kicked a dress with my leg in frustration. “It's not my fault, Laurie, that the last time you went to shopping was a year ago. “But you know why I don't spend my money. It all goes to my dad's medical bills. Ugh, I don't know what to do! I groaned, falling back on the bed. — Oh. I have a great idea! she exclaimed suddenly, pulling me out of bed. “Let's get something from Melt. - Are you kidding me? We can't pay anything from Melt. We can't even buy an earring there and you're talking about buying a dress? You've gone crazy. She slapped me on the head. “I don't mean buy. I mean we should rent a dress and you can return it later. "You just need to make sure Mr. Campbell don't look at the etiquette, or you'll have more reason to insult her. I imagined the expressions he would have on his face when he saw her.

'Do you think it would work?' She nodded. “I loved the idea. Thank you very much, Beth. Let's go now, before that I change my mind. After we got back from Melt, Beth offered to do my makeup. She didn't want to overdo it, so she chose to give me a look. more natural. When she finished, I looked different. Different in a good way and I loved it.

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I decided to let my hair down, but I curled it a little. At exactly six-fifty-five, I arrived at the Seasons restaurant. But I didn't. I waited for Mr. Campbell outside the restaurant. Now, don't ask me why I needed to do this when I could just walk in and wait for him there. But my brain was working fine that night. There was no way I could go in without my boss.

7:05, a black Escalade pulled up next to me. The driver got out and crossed, opening the backseat door. A polished shoe appeared, followed by another and I was hit with the most delicious perfume ever. I couldn't even begin to describe how I felt when Mason Campbell got out of that car, a full-on alpha male who commanded attention. My mouth went dry despite drinking water five minutes ago, but I couldn't help it. Mason Campbell was more than handsome.

He was the kind of man you'd admire from afar, because he was impossible to touch. The kind that makes your heart race and your legs go weak. Was I experiencing this sort of thing? Of course yes. How could I not? Mason looked like a Greek god in his black Armani suit, his face perfectly shaven and his hair slicked back. Male models were nothing like Mason Campbell. Not only did he have the looks, the money, the power and the love of everyone, but there was still something mysterious about him.

Something you can't help but want to poke your finger at. Inspire.

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Expire.

- What are you wearing? And I was pulled back from the fantasy after the mere five words that escaped her perfect plump red lips. Did I just say perfect? I looked down at my dress, making sure I was still wearing it, because I had no idea why he looked surprised and annoyed at the same time. My hand went to the back of my dress, making sure the tag was well hidden. - It does not matter now.

He looked at the car. — Prince. Prince?

Four little legs jumped out of the car and before I could realize what was happening, he launched himself at me and I screamed. “Prince, sit down, boy. She is harmless. It can do absolutely nothing. The dog's owner pulled the dog back before he attack my face again.

I held my hand to my chest, listening to the sound of my own frantic heartbeat. The mouth of Mr. Campbell twitched a little, but so did I. could be imagining it. I finally found my voice. "Is that... is that a dog?"

He rolled his eyes.

“Five points for you. “But there is no policy that says no dogs or animal is allowed?! Why did you bring a dog? He raised an eyebrow at my tone. - ... Mr.

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puppy. Although I would have recommended something a little more…casual? He looked me from head to toe. I was wearing a strapless black dress with a slit and Beth's heels. "Am I going to take your dog for a walk?" I asked in disbelief. “Why, did you think you'd do something else? he asked, his tone sounding like he was mocking me. 'No, of course not, sir. I just wanted to dress up for walk the dog. We both knew I was being sarcastic. He chose to ignore it. - Very good. He handed Prince's collar to me. “I'll be back here in an hour and no more, understand? I agreed. - Yes sir. He patted Prince on the head and walked into the restaurant, leaving me alone in a seven-hundred-pound dress, three-inch heels, and a dog on a cold night. I didn't know when I went from assistant to dog sitter. I gave a little cry.

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Chapter 5 It was no use taking out anger on a poor dog, especially if it was the owner who irritated me. I walked with Prince for twenty minutes. The five minutes that passed was a phone call I got of Beth, who had laughed so hard she had fallen out of her chair.

We didn't have a good conversation or I vented my anger and frustration on her when all she did was laugh at the jargon she was saying. I ended the call before I got angrier. Prince was a cute dog. If I weren't such a busy person, I would have adopted a dog. But having a dog would mean a new responsibility, in addition to the money I would spend on dog food and other things. It would be heavy. I could barely support myself as I was. I had never seen a dog that was smart and arrogant. I swear, he was just like his owner, with a bad temper too. When I took him to a nearby park and noticed a dirty ball on the ground, I picked it up. I wanted to play catch with Prince, but the damn dog turned up his nose in disdain. I wasn't kidding, he was looking at the ball with disgust... different from a normal dog.

We left the park much to Prince's delight. I stopped to buy hot dogs when a woman with her dog stopped in front of a store. "Look, Prince, isn't that dog cute?" Do you want to go play with him? He gave me a look like, Are you serious? I decided then

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that the dog was actually smarter than I thought if he could understand what I was saying. Maybe it was all my imagination. “Come on, Prince, how many times have you seen a cuter dog than that one? Don't be so tense. He huffed and looked away.

I might be going crazy talking to a dog and thinking the dog was responding with his expressions. He started to walk away from me in the opposite direction. “Prince.” I grabbed his collar and he grabbed me with his teeth. - Wow, you are just like your owner. You got his personality, poor dog. I scratched the back of his ear. “It must be hard to live with a guy as cold as stone. He did not answer. - Can I tell you a secret? I think if he gets off his bad temper and starts being nice to people, I might start to like him. He is very hot. Prince smiled. I swear he smiled! - OK let's go. "I pulled on his leash, but he didn't care." moved.

"Prince, come on, come on.

He stayed exactly where he was, not moving. — Prince! I snapped, tugging hard on the leash. He launched himself at me and within seconds, I heard a ripping sound. I stared at the place he tore. It wasn't small. There was one large noticeable tear in the dress, just below the knees. - Cum! — I cursed. “My God, this isn't happening.

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I tried to breathe and focus, but all I could see was the price tag that said seven hundred pounds. “No, no, no. I would hyperventilate right on the street. What should I do? It was over for me. No way could I get two hundred pounds and the dress cost more than I had. And I would bleed to death before I took the money I was saving for Dad. “Why did you do that, Prince? He didn't even seem to care and I wanted to scream.

What the hell am I going to do? Sell my TV? But I didn't even have one. It was all about Beth. What expensive thing did I own that I would sell? Anything.

My conscience told me to tell Mr. Campbell. After all, it was his dog and I deserved to be paid for the damage to the dress that wasn't mine. But on the other hand, it was my pride and my ego that wouldn't let me tell him. Screw your pride and your ego. Tell him. Let him pay for the dress. How the hell are you going to solve the problem? After making up my mind, I grabbed Prince and pulled him back with me to the restaurant. We hope that the meeting of Mr. Campbell finished and when the time was up, I saw him leaving with a gray-haired Chinese man. They shook hands before the man got out of the car. Then he turned to me. I looked down at the floor for a bit before lifting my head, handing the leash back to him.

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“My dress ripped,” I said in a downcast voice. My inner voice was screaming and ready to die from the humiliation I just brought on myself. - I noticed. What have I to do with it? I bit my bottom lip, holding back a cry. “Prince ripped my dress. I tried to avoid those intense, wild gray eyes of his. "Are you asking for compensation, Ms. Hart? His tone was empty of emotion. Still looking away from his eyes, I played with my hands. "Well, it's just... “Look at me,” he cut me off. I looked in his direction and saw his hand reaching towards my face. My eyes widened. I thought he was going to slap me or touch my face. Instead, his hand went to the back of my neck and then he pulled the price tag. I was red in the face. I was humiliated. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. It was what I'd been trying to avoid all night. “Very unhappy,” he commented in a lazy drawl. — The dress is even cheap.

What? Was he calling a seven-hundred-pound dress cheap? I would love to know what he called expensive. But I couldn't look at him. No way was I going to get over this. I was taken aback when his warm hands grabbed mine and he placed a few bills in my palm. I couldn't say how much it was, but there was a lot. I never had so much money.

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inside your car, driving away. I stood there rooted to the spot, staring at the notes in the palm of my hand. Why the hell did it upset me when he gave me his money? Shouldn't you be happy that you can now pay for the dress? For some reason I didn't like it. I didn't want your money. I put it in my bag in hopes of returning it to him at the office. Tomorrow. If I had known where he lived, I would have gone there right away. 'You're going to what?' Beth asked when I told her the whole story. “I'll give you the money back,” I replied, sliding the dress down her legs. - Why? It's yours. He gave it to you. “Well, I don't want that. - You are crazy? How would you pay for the dress? His dog tore it up, so it's his duty to pay for it. Stop thinking negative and see the bright side of it. You can also keep the dress. I threw the dress on the bed and planted my hands on my hips, looking at Beth. 'He gave me two thousand pounds. What am I supposed to do with the change, huh? I will not accept charity, Beth.

“I'm proud. I can't just accept money from him. It's an insult! She rolled her eyes. — Insult is my ass. You just don't want to. My tone grew annoyed when I immediately asked, "Have you ever met that man?" He's an idiot! I will hear about this forever. Do you think he won't insult me? - You have no idea. I was still trying to lick my wounded pride, still trying to understand what had happened. She wasn't there, couldn't see what I saw in Mason's eyes

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Campbell.

“Okay, why don't you take the seven hundred and give the rest back to him? And tell him you'll pay the seven hundred when you get your pay. Okay, I solved your problem. "You were the one who created him in the first place!"

She wagged her finger at me. “No, Laurie, you were the one who thought you were invited to dinner with them. She laughed lightly. “I'd like to see your face when he said you were going to walk his dog. “I'm sure he also found my humiliation amusing. Tell me, is it so hard to tell me what would I do there? - I complained. “He could have just said, “Ms. Hart, you're walking my dog tonight, so I wouldn't have made a fool of myself. Even if we were in a courtroom and in front of the judge, the culprit was my boss for not clarifying. I was innocent, I was the one who was humiliated and I was the one who lost a lot of money that night, enough to make me lose sleep, but I knew he would be snoring with all those billions in his bank account. I groaned, rubbing my forehead. I suddenly felt a terrible headache. “I hate him so much. Beth pretended to choke.

"How can you hate the hottest man in England?" Look, I'm so jealous of you. You can watch him all day and admire every part of that wonderful body. I hit her. — Shut up. I don't look at him. I don't even pay attention to him. Liar. — I only pay attention to my work.

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I was graduated in lies. She didn't seem to believe me. "So you're immune to his hotness?" Are you not attracted to him? Not even a little? “Sorry about the bucket of cold water, honey. “What a professional liar you are, Lauren. “I'll report you for your lies. His lips curved into a smile. “You just don't want to admit that you also have the hots for your boss. "I don't have the hots for my boss!" He's my boss! IT IS strictly forbidden. — Where it says that you can't have a crush on your boss in your manual, huh? I smiled. — Rule number seventy-eight: No employee shall engage in any physical relationship or form a relationship with a co-worker. — I congratulated myself for remembering some of the rules. Although I hadn't read the entire manual yet, I was glad I did. have managed to read a few pages and avoid breaking the rules. “Don't say boss,” was his smart-ass reply. - Serious? Is that your argument? I asked, raising both of my eyebrows and she shrugged in return. "Whatever, I'm going to sleep. She got up from my bed.

"We're going out for the weekend, right?" - Girls' night? Clear. Can I invite my friend Athena? - Yea. You can also invite your boss. How much more best. She blinked. — Vai see fodder, Bethany.

Dad had a doctor's appointment scheduled for that day.

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Your nurse, Becky, promised to keep me updated. I gave myself a brief moment to tell myself that everything would be okay. He would do chemotherapy like the brave person he was. He would be fine and live long enough to see his grandson. I was more worried that he would have to go through this alone, with no one by his side, but Becky assured me that she would be with him every step of the way. I was worried that Dad would be upset because my job was preventing me from staying with him there, but a text from him made me relax. It was one of these days that I really hated the woman who gave birth to me. She was supposed to be with him, not his nurse. But God knows where she was at that moment, or if she still I was thinking about him. Even though Dad said he didn't care that I wasn't there, I still felt really bad. I was the only family he had and I was too busy taking care of things for Mason Campbell. I navigated through the heavy foot traffic to the nearest coffee shop, two blocks from the office. I grabbed a latte with extra foam before running to our building. The cold weather was hitting my face and I snuggled deeper into my cardigan. The elevator was empty when I got in and pressed my floor number. I was nervous but mostly still embarrassed when I remembered what happened the night before. My humiliation was still burning inside my brain and I dreaded seeing Mr. Campbell. I wished it was the weekend so I wouldn't have to face him so early again. God knew what he must have thought of me.

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Why the only person you don't want to be ashamed of Is it always the only person you end up embarrassing for? Just as the elevator door was about to close, a hand slammed between the two metals and the doors swung open. My heart pounded when I saw the man I was thinking about just five seconds ago. Mr. Campbell got into the elevator and stopped beside me. His hair was stylishly cut that made him very handsome. And he smelled really good too.

I shouldn't be thinking about him. He was someone I could never be with, though I never thought of it that way. He didn't say anything and didn't look at me. the elevator doors closed and the doors of tension opened wide. I kept my head down, focused on my latte, when in reality I was trying not to look at him.

I should say something. I should greet you. He was my boss. That little revelation was like a slap in the face. I was so busy freaking out about being in an enclosed space together that it didn't occur to me to say hello. - Good day sir. “I got nothing in return. Well, it's not like I expected him to say something to me after taking so long to realize my flaws. “So you remember who your boss is. I thought you somehow forgot what an assistant is supposed to do when she sees her boss. I glanced in his direction and found him looking at his expensive watch. “One minute, thirty seconds. He looked up from his watch to me, his eyes revealing nothing. “That was how long your brain took before it started working well.

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I lay still, clenching my jaw until I could locate the composure and self-control needed to speak calmly. "Why do you always insult my intelligence?" Know that I'm smart. He stirred and took his hands out of his pockets as I continued to look at him as he kept looking straight ahead. He folded his hands in front of him.

“Smart people don't call themselves smart. When you're smart and you know it, you let people think you're not. So you show it when they least expect it. I raised an eyebrow.

"Is that how you became one of the most powerful men?" Pretending you're not smart? “So I failed to follow my own advice about not asking questions that were none of my business and definitely off my payroll. Dad said I was in the habit of being a busybody and not knowing when to shut up. - One? MS. Hart, I am the most powerful man in England. Something you clearly failed to notice. “I didn't fail to notice anything. I'm just being rational here, sir. I agree with you being one of the most powerful men, but in all of England? Did you forget that we have a queen and a prime minister? The words came out of my mouth, even as I thought—nooooo, remember who you're talking to—trying to close my mouth. “My duty as a boss involves ignoring comments like this from my employees. His arrogant tone made me deeply regret saying that. I sat still, looking at the red numbers going up, each taking its time until we reached our floor. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut. Mr. Campbell's been busy for hours so I didn't have time

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to talk to him and return the money. I was definitely trying to avoid him too, but I couldn't help but see him at the meeting. When I walked into the meeting room, I decided to sit where he had spoken to me the last time to avoid complications, and by complications, I meant receiving unnecessary, questionable looks. Sitting comfortably in my seat, I waited for the meeting to begin. The other employees, whom I didn't have the pleasure of meeting because they ignored my existence or went out of their way to avoid me, nodded at me. The meeting started at the exact time and Mr. Campbell focused his attention on everyone in the room.

I noticed that when he spoke, everyone was eager to agree with what he said and everyone seemed to listen quickly. But when another employee started talking, they didn't try too hard to focus. When Mr. Campbell was talking, you couldn't help but hear. It wasn't the words he was saying, it was the tone authoritative voice he was wearing and how sexy his voice was.

All eyes were on him, hanging on every word he said. Cynthia from Marketing started her presentation and I took notes as Mr. Campbell wanted. For the next hour, I did my best to be a part of it, even if all I did was nod my head in agreement with what I thought was great and write, never using my mouth. After they had gone through all the affairs of the day, Mr. Campbell stood up. — Great job today. Keep it up. Everyone moved away from their seats and out of the conference room.

I realized that Mr. Campbell had not yet made any attempt to leave. As I was about to leave, he cleared his throat.

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- MS. Hart, one minute. I turned to him. He was still standing, and I would have appreciated it if he'd just stood up. sit down

He was huge and intimidating when he was on his feet. Always thought he would crush me under his leather shoes expensive.

“Is there something you'd like to tell me? I swallowed uneasily. “Uhm, I don't think so, sir. There is? Go, idiot. Speak up, idiot. He speaks!

“If you have something to say, you should say it now,” he repeated, ignoring my question. Could that man read minds? How the hell would he know I wanted to talk to him? Maybe it's because you've avoided him and been restless in his presence. “This is your chance,” he added. Go ahead Lauren. I took a step forward, suddenly nervous. But I wasn't letting my nervousness keep me from doing what was right. And that would save my pride. “I… I want to give you something. He arched an eyebrow. "Did I give you the impression that I wanted something from you?" - He he asked in a bored tone. All I could do was grunt. “It's in my bag. Let me get. I quickly turned and walked out of the meeting room before he stopped me again. When I came back, he was standing by the big windows, looking at the city. I knew he was aware that I was back, but he

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he didn't turn around and I didn't know what to say, holding his notes in my hand that suddenly felt heavy. - Take it. “Well, do you need me to say it twice to get closer? - No sir. I moved forward until I could see his face clearly. He turned slowly. His dark-lashed gray eyes held me captive in

some kind of dream. He was incredibly handsome.

How could he have been blessed with such perfection? But wasn't he blessed with a pleasant personality? Because no one can have it all, Lauren. His eyes landed on my hand. I cleared my throat. "Thanks for last night, but I don't-" - Last night? He tilted his head, looking lost. "Did something happen last night that I'm not aware of?" My brows drew together in an incredulous frown. - Um, yes. - Say. Was he doing this on purpose? Trying to get me to talk about last night, when he knew I was already feeling humiliated? 'I don't know why you gave me two thousand pounds when the dress was seven hundred pounds. Anyway, I'm giving you your change back. “I promise that when I get my pay, I'll give you back the seven hundred, or you can just cash it in,” I finished, breathing heavily.

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'Do I seem to care about two thousand pounds?' - No but... “You needed this, didn't you? He paused. “Prince ruined your dress and I paid for it. I felt generous enough to double the amount. Why are you making trouble about this? “I'm not…” I stopped talking when I realized I was going to raise my voice and took a deep breath before exhaling. “I'm not making trouble, sir. Thanks, but I don't want to. “Because you're too good for that? “It's not that,” I said in frustration. “I don't want your money out of pity. - Then that's it? Did I give you money out of pity?

“I'm not a person who likes to take people's money without earning it. I feel uncomfortable knowing I owe you right now, so please sir, just take it. I really don't want this. “Throw it away,” he teased. - What? - Did you hear me. Throw away. Give it to someone. It's up to you, Ms. Hart. He started to walk away and I held out my hand to stop him. The minute my fingers touched his arm, I felt a shock wave through my body and I quickly withdrew my fingers. Mr. Campbell looked at me. "Don't ever try to touch me again," he said coldly, his tone colder than ever. — Give yourself respect. I'm your boss and we're in the office. It is highly unprofessional to touch your boss. You understand me clearly, Miss. Hart? Feeling shaken, I shook my head, swallowing hard.

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“Yes sir, I'm sorry. His eyes narrowed before he spoke with a firm tone of command.

“Go back to work.

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Chapter 6 Becky texted me. We need to talk. Those three words were simple and short. They can mean anything, but nothing good ever was associated with these three words. When something bad happens or when you're about to tell someone something you're sure wouldn't make them happy, they use those words first. In a relationship, when someone says those words to you, it's because they're going to ask for a divorce or a breakup.

When parents use it with their children, they will say that they are moving or that their pets have died. I couldn't stop repeating Becky's message over and over. I knew something must have happened at the doctor's appointment and she wanted to reveal it. It could only be something bad.

I couldn't ignore the feeling I was getting in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to call her right then and there. I wanted to because there was no way I could pay attention to anything other than my father's health. But then I remembered rule number twelve: no personal calls allowed during office hours. I tried so hard to be interested in email that Mr. Campbell had gotten word about something going on at the warehouse and he needed to go down and take a look. It was important for me to tell him that. The email strictly required his presence, but my eyes were getting blurry and my heart rate was racing because nothing

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mattered more than my father did at the moment.

The phone rang next to me and I picked it up, answering the call. — Office of Mr. Campbell. Lauren, how can I help you? I tapped my finger along the edge of my desk. "Where's Mason?" A rude voice spat from the phone and I I froze, completely shocked by the caller's outburst. “I called his phone many times and he didn't answer. — If Mr. Campbell didn't get your call, he must be occupied. If you need to leave a message, I will. “Shut up, girl! I wanted to curl up in my chair. Whoever this person was, she wasn't in a good mood. Oh, really? Do not tell me. “I'm not leaving any messages. I want you to go to his office and tell him to pick up the damn phone if he wants to live long enough to celebrate his 60th birthday! I gritted my teeth as I struggled to maintain my composure. Did he dare threaten Mason Campbell? he knew what was making? Was he conscious?

“Sir,” I gritted my teeth. — Mr. Campbell strictly asked me not to bother him with anything. But I'd be more than happy to tell him you called when he's available. “Just tell me your name. I forced myself to smile and be cheerful when I said that. I had to hold the phone away from my ears as it barked at me. “I won't tell you my name. I'm telling you to go to his office and tell him to pick up the phone! Honestly girl, is that too hard to understand?! If he doesn't want to lose everything, he'll take care of me. lose everything?

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What the hell was he talking about? “I still haven't found your name, sir. The line went dead before I could get a response from him. I hung up and rested my head in my hands. Stayed like that for a few seconds before lifting my head. How would I begin to convey the message of the caller to Mr. Campbell? And how would he react to that? As I would be the messenger, he would not spare me either. After pressing two fingers to my forehead, Aaron and Athena walked through the elevator, laughing. I waved at them. — No, Lauren. “You look upset,” Aaron said. - What's it? “I just got a rude call. He asked me to tell Mr. Campbell to answer the phone or he will lose everything. “I grimaced. “That part I didn't understand. But he really looked angry. "Did he at least know who Mr. Campbell to threaten him like that? Athena giggled. “I'm sure it's just a rival trying to create drama with him. I wouldn't mind that. In fact, let me advise you not to tell him. Aaron nodded. - I agree. he will just stay furious and will yell at you, and you will come here sulking. - You are right. I'll just ignore it - oh, Athena, my friend Beth and I have planned a girls' night tomorrow, if you want to go along... 'A girls' night?' Looks like fun. I haven't done that in a while. “You don't even have friends.

She slapped his arm. - Yes I have! You and Lauren are my friends... and I have many others. His voice got a little high-pitched with the last few words. Clearly, she was lying.

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“People like me, Aaron, I just don't like them. IT IS normal. He snorted.

- OK Alright. The only reason I'm your friend in First of all is because you wouldn't stop following me. He slapped her hand when she tried to hit him again.

Aaron looked in her direction. "So, this girls' night... can I go?" I raised an eyebrow. “It's a girls' night, Aaron. It means no boys allowed. You can not go. "So if I wear a skirt, can I go?" I shook my head. He whimpered, “Oh come on, Lauren. It's the weekend. I have no plans. I'll be stuck in my apartment. At least let me go. "And I don't have any friends," Athena said sarcastically as she fought to keep a smile that threatened to take over her face. "I don't know, I have to ask Beth if she doesn't call again." a guy join us. - Wonderful! he chirped, clasping his hands. “So we're talking about dancing and getting drunk?! Have that keep my party spirit up there! "She didn't say yes, you idiot!" "Who are you calling an asshole?" Aaron asked with a fierce look. Athena placed her hand on her chest. — Oh. sorry," she said. apologizing, then added, "I meant useless." — I think I heard Mr. Campbell,” I lied quickly, trying to get them to shut up before the boss came out of his office and blamed me for it.

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their. - Goodbye! Aaron ran away before I could start laughing and tell him I was just kidding. But at least they wouldn't start arguing again. “Scary,” Athena commented. "I think I heard him call your name." Her eyes widened before she followed in his footsteps, nearly knocking the poor woman over in her path. I shook my head with a smile and went back to work. Mr. Campbell wanted tea. When he told me to get it, he said kindly. It wasn't anything like, “Can you please get me a cup of tea?” as I desperately wanted it to be, but he wasn't rude. I called Becky on my way out and the call went straight to voice mail.

I tried several times, but it always did the same thing. Returning to my floor, I was momentarily distracted and not paying attention to where I was going and I bumped right into someone. My phone fell to the floor and Mr. Campbell spilled down the front of a clean black suit before falling to the floor. You know that moment in your life when you think you made a huge mistake, but you were totally confident you were going to get over it? That was not my case. I had poured hot tea on the boss. The huge, scary boss who was now staring with his steely eyes at the damp stain on his expensive suit. Irrationally scared and angry, I gasped. It's the same happened to everyone in the room.

A blind panic took hold of me. I wasn't kidding but I could have sworn I heard the boom of thunder that seemed to shake the entire building from its fury. Instinctively, I took a step back, placing my hands protectively in front of me.

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"I'm sorry," I whispered huskily, and then more smoothly. - It was not my intention. I'm very sorry. His tension felt cold, and the way his eyes narrowed and the way his mouth curved into a sneer, I could almost feel it now: it was the end of my life. My wide, frightened eyes and lips parted while I gasped in inexplicable, irrational fear and panic. "What a disgrace you are doing..." he said through gritted teeth. “That you couldn't watch where you were going?! His voice exploded at the end. The cold fury in his voice and the dangerous look in his eyes made me flinch. “I'm sorry… I was… this is completely – please, I…” My fear was so great that words failed me and I gasped, fighting not to cry. I saw his eyes freeze to slivers of ice for an instant, and then he lifted a slanted dark brow. “I've never met a woman like you,” he said thoughtfully, and then, his tone suddenly turned harsh, “So completely stupid. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you right now. “Come on, Mason, the poor girl didn't do it on purpose. Leave her alone. — An elderly man came out from behind Mr. Campbell, which I hadn't seen before. “Let's go or we might be late. Expressions of anger and resentment chased across his face. as his eyes went from me to the old man again. Finally, surprising me, he pointed his long finger at me and said, "You'd better get on the line, Ms. Hart. I won't give you another chance again. I shook my head, unable to speak. The elderly man smiled at me before following behind Mr. Campbell to the elevator. The minute the two of them disappeared, the office erupted into muffled whispers.

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I avoided the looks of everyone who was possibly smiling with satisfaction and others who were very disappointed that I wasn't fired at that moment. For hours that followed, I kept finding feelings new and stronger for the dislike he felt for Mason. We had already established the fact that he was the rudest man ever, albeit a hot man. It was his personality that I couldn't stand, and the fantasy he had in his head that he could step on someone whenever he wanted. You did it. That was your fault. A failure for which I apologized. It's a flaw that I was trying to make up for by searching different types of suits on Google to buy for him. Even if I didn't have the money to buy your expensive ones, I could at least buy suitable suits. It went from innocent searching to his thoughts with nothing as I shook my head before entering my head. Even as I said those words, I knew it was too late. Mason Campbell had been in my head from the moment I met him. It was hard not to think about him, especially if I saw him every day. I was so involved in my quest that I didn't notice when Jade approached me. - What are you doing? she asked, looking at my laptop. “Why are you looking for cheap suits? Thinking about buying a gift for your boyfriend? I turned around and pulled his head away from my laptop.

"Since when did you become such a busybody?"

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- Whatever. What are you doing anyway? Realizing that she wouldn't get out of there if I didn't tell her what I was doing, I said, "It's not like you didn't see what I was doing." happened before.

She giggled.

"You mean when he humiliated you in front of everyone and almost fired you right away?" His tone suggested pleasure. Only she would feel happiness with my misery. "And what does that have to do with what I asked you?" — I'm trying to buy for Mr. Campbell another suit for the one I ruined. I'm sure you'll either tell me it's a bad idea or convince me not to. She snorted. “Oh dear, you're just wasting your time. Mr. Campbell only wears custom clothes from her tailor who comes every month from Italy. Do you think he will use this? She pointed a neat finger at my screen. I narrowed my eyes. - Serious? You are not playing with me? - Why should I? Just because I don't like you Lauren doesn't mean I'm lying. Now I'm sure that expensive suit you ruined is probably in the trash somewhere. I can't believe you spilled tea on him. It really should have gotten you fired.

“I bet you would love to. Jade shook her head as she said her last words, “No, I want you here Lauren. Things are getting better and better. And watching you in misery is so much fun. Where would the fun be if you were fired?

Later, I was very grateful for the long, comfortable night's sleep I had. I learned from Beth over breakfast that she had already started preparations for the girls' night and that included Athenas and Aaron, who was lucky to be able to make it.

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I could barely contain the stress and happiness of seeing my father when I arrived at the hospital. I missed him so much. I took orchids, her favorite flower, and shakily entered her room. Dad was in bed, watching TV. all your hair had fallen and he looked weak, pale. He didn't look like the man I knew. That person lying there looked like the shell of what it used to be. I wanted to cry. Tears were about to fall down my chin as I wiped them away. He wouldn't be happy to see them.

If there was one thing he hated, it was seeing me cry for him. I would give him the fake smile he wanted. I would be strong for him. For both of us.

— Hi, Daddy! — Laurie! He said with a big smile taking over. his face. He stretched out his arms and I came around to hug him. I laid my head on his chest and inhaled. I missed hugging him. It was like I was at home. My father was my anchor. Without him, I would drown in the sea of loneliness and sadness. - How are you today? “I'm wonderful now that you're here. The smile on my face faded and he took my hands. “Don't be like that. You should always put a beautiful smile on your face. - But, father... He smiled understandingly. - I know honey. Work means a lot to you and you're doing it for both of us. I'm very proud of the person who

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you have become, Lauren. I hugged him again.

“There, there…” He patted my arm, lifting me up. “Don't go crying. You know I don't like to see you cry. I nodded with a smile. - I know. How was the medical appointment? Is the new chemotherapy treatment working? “I told you, I'm getting strong and healthy. Do not worry about me. He didn't answer my question. 'How is Beth?' I tried to look happy and cheerful. - She is fine. she said to say that she misses you. We'll go out later with some friends. “I'm glad you're at least enjoying your life. I wouldn't want you to be sad all the time. “Hey, you came. Becky walked in, holding a tray of food. — Yes, I came. How are you? She smiled and pulled me into a hug. Becky was an affectionate person. I would like to think of her as an older sister and a second mother. - I am fine. Hey Vincent, I brought you food. Dad's face immediately turned sour. “I told you I don't like hospital food, Becky. They taste bad. I want pizza with lots of cheese. I want a beer. I don't want something that makes me want to throw up. - Haha. I laughed. “Dad, let's go. I'm sure it doesn't taste bad. He raised his eyebrows at me. - Oh yes? Do you want to try it? - No.

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After eating, Dad fell asleep. Becky said the cancer was taking a toll on him. He was getting weak and sleeping more than he was awake. This was not something I wanted to hear.

She said she needed to talk to me about something and I followed her out of her room. I knew from the look on your face that it wouldn't be a good conversation.

I tried to look brave, but when she started talking, I couldn't hold that mask anymore. “The chemo treatment didn't work,” she said in a sad voice. “The doctor said that if we try another treatment, his body might fail because of how weak he is getting. “So what does that mean? I whispered, but it sounded so loud in my ears. “Becky, what does that mean? I insisted when she didn't want to answer. “That means he doesn't have much time to live. I'm sorry, Lauren. Shock and horror washed over me, crashing over me in waves of hot and cold as the eerie silence grew, its weight blotting out all sound but a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I took a deep breath.

My heart started to burn and my eyes stayed blurry before I could see anything in front of me. He doesn't have much time to live. My God.

A sob ran through my body. I felt arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me into a hug. I felt. This pain I could not describe.

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It stabbed my heart, unlike anything I've ever felt. I felt like I had already lost him. He was the only family I had and now I've lost him. When my mother left us, I was sad. I had cried in my father's arms every day for weeks. He hugged me and said that loss was part of life. No matter how much we love a person, they never stay with us forever. One night I asked him why she left without saying anything and if she didn't love us. He told me that sometimes it's hard to say goodbye to someone you love. And my mother loved us so much, but it wasn't enough to make there stay. We must love her for the times she was with us. Two months later, I told him that I hated her, that no mother who truly loved her family would ever leave them. He smiled and said, One day I'll leave you too, Laurie. It won't be my choice but I will go.

Will you hate me too? I cried and hugged him, saying that no one would ever separate us. Cancer tore us apart. How would I live without most of my life? How would I see the world the same way again when he took away the one person who mattered to me more than anyone else? How was I going to spend the last few minutes of Dad's life without that my heart felt like it was falling apart? It would be hard to watch him die.

To see him take his last breath before my eyes. “Becky,” I pulled away and looked at her with my eyes. deep reds. “Can't…” I stopped, unable to continue. She shook her head.

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I wiped my tears. - He knows? - He knows. He's so worried about you. I contacted your mother. - My mom? I said surprised. “Vincent gave me her number and I called her. She deserves to know he's dying. I laughed harshly. "Does she deserve to know?" She abandoned us years ago, Becky. So no, I don't think she deserves to know. What she said? This time, Becky looked irritated. “She said when she had time, she would show up. I laugh again. It looked hollow and empty.

I wasn't the least bit surprised. "When she has time, eh?" Good to know. I stormed into my father's room in anger. Fortunately for me, he was awake. I stood with my arms crossed and looked at him. A smart smile took shape on his face. 'Have you spoken to Ginny?' “She's your mother, Lauren. I rolled my eyes. “She's nothing to me and you know it,” I said angrily, not containing the anger and hatred I felt for her. “It's been years,” he said softly. “I forgave her. Don't be angry with her anymore. Life is too short. You two need each other. “I don't need her,” I snapped. "Who will you have when I'm not here?" The only reason I forgave her was because of you. Because I don't want you to be alone. “I won't be alone, Dad. I have Beth and even Becky. I can't believe you made Becky call her. And do you know what she said? I cried, lifting my hands before bringing them to

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my sides.

His smile deepened. “I know what she said. I crossed my arms again. "So you know she's not coming, right?" Ginny doesn't care about us. Why should we care? "Didn't she have the decency to show sympathy for the man she loved?" I honestly wouldn't mind if it was about me, but it was about you. This woman is selfish and cold-hearted. “I would never forgive you. I would never want her anywhere near us. “If I had known you would be so upset, I would have told Becky not to say anything to you. I looked at the wall. “Come here, sweetheart. - I approached him and sat down next to him. beside him, with her head on his chest and her arm around him. “I love you, Laurie. “I love you too, Dad. He kissed my forehead and tightened his hold on me. - Everything will be fine.

Will even?

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Chapter 7 The night was incredible.

The lights, noises and sounds of heavy traffic. But nothing could beat the sound of my friends' carefree laughter. I was just smiling, and I was trying really hard. My friends were having a lot of fun. Why wasn't I? Oh yes, because my father was dying. Any day or any time now, he would walk away and be just a memory. Like a breath, he would disappear as if he had never been here before. I wanted to stop thinking about it. I needed. For the sake of my sanity. That night was supposed to be fun. And maybe it would be the last one, as I had decided that I was going to start

spending time with my dad and not wasting a minute. I didn't know how to tell Beth. She and my dad were close before he got sick and I like to believe they were still close. He liked her because he said she reminded him of his sister. Another family I didn't know and had never seen. Beth, my father is dying. I think it was still processing. How do you tell someone that the person you care about is going to die? How do you deal with it? How do you organize a funeral? I didn't know anything about it and I didn't have anyone to help me. God, why am I thinking about this right now? He's not dead.

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- I'm hungry. Maybe we should put some food in our stomachs,” Beth said. “I think I know the perfect place,” Athena replied. Athena wasn't kidding when she said she knew a perfect place. This restaurant, was perfect and was out of our standard... or social class. We wouldn't be able to pay for anything. “Uh, you know when I said I was hungry, I was thinking about hamburgers,” Beth said, looking around the restaurant with a nervous look. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Athena, we can't eat here. Do you really want to have a heart attack looking at the zeros on the bill? “You need to relax. Also, we won't pay anything at all. Aaron raised an eyebrow. "I'd say it's a miracle of Christmas, but it's not even Christmas. How will this be possible?

“Just trust me. She advanced before we could stop her. Beth shrugged and we all quickly followed her to the seven-star restaurant, Mist. "How are we going to get a table here?" Beth expressed my curiosity. — Oh, hello? Mason Campbell's Aunt. I always have a table here. - What? Beth asked in shock as her eyes searched mine. "Are you Mason's aunt?"

Aaron patted her arm. “You'll recover from the shock and then you'll realize it's no big deal. "But you are related to the most eligible bachelor, the man of my dreams!" It makes me want to be his best friend and hear all the gossip about him!

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Eu ship. “Oh, here we go. Athena laughed. “Good luck trying to get something out of me. True to her words, we got a nice table when they realized who she was. Apparently, she's been there many times, as I understand it. If I thought Mist was beautiful, you should see the food I saw on the tables. It was like looking at good art. I could look at him all day and be content. The restaurant had a romantic scent in the air mixed with the aroma. Separately, they were great, but combined they made you want to die of happiness. We took a private table, looked at the menu and gasped. — This price can only be a joke, right? Beth whispered in shock. I took a glass of water and drank it.

“Don't worry, Beth. Go to Mason's account. I spat out the water, choking. - What?! I tried not to scream, wiping my mouth with my hand. “I said it goes to Mason's account. “I heard you the first time. Are you going to do this without telling him? She waved at me with a smile. “He won't know, so calm down. His eyes roamed the menu while looking calm and relaxed. - To calm down? If he finds out, we're all dead. and I won't start by saying how much he's going to insult me for it. She rolled her eyes. “Don't be ridiculous. It's not like we had used the money for something other than food. — Mr. Campbell doesn't seem like a generous man and someone who would appreciate his employees using his money without his knowledge.

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She looked at Aaron. “That's practically stealing,” Beth added, but didn't seem to mind. “Let's go before we lose our jobs. You are family. You won't lose your job, but the same thing won't be said about us. Athena snorted and opened a bottle of wine. She filled the glass and took a sip. “Um, I'm not leaving here without eating anything. Two, he won't find out. “And three, he won't treat me any differently. He will give me the same punishment as you. You don't know Mason like I do. He is a righteous man. He separates work and relationships. “So if you all get fired, I'll be fired with you. “Somehow it calms me down a bit. “That's what I'm talking about, Aaron. Here, do you want wine? I didn't know what to do, but I made no attempt to get up and go. I wasn't comfortable being there.

I was feeling a little anxious, as if Mr. Campbell could burst in at any moment with a death glare and cold steel eyes. The silver orbs that the darkness lurks behind her cry out for you and demands that you be consumed by it. I was tempted, really tempted by this. There was something so sinful about Mason Campbell. I couldn't tell. One minute you want to be good, the next you want to be mean to him. Everyone ordered except me. Everyone looked so relaxed and carefree. Beth caught my eye suddenly, and something familiar, slightly amused, made me swear silently.

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I could just sit there and watch - or I could just eat that mouthwatering food and hope it was worth it. "So, what's Mason like?" “Really, Beth? I groaned, not liking how he was the start of a conversation. All I wanted was to leave everything about him at work—including any discussion of him—and enjoy my time without him intruding on my thoughts. “He's my boss. This is so inappropriate. “Just like the thoughts you have when you look at him, but does that stop her from something?

My cheeks burned. “I don't have inappropriate thoughts about him! “Aside from wanting to strangle your long neck, there was nothing else. Sure, Mason might be what men and women thought about before going to bed, but I knew he was the reason I had nightmares sometimes. - Of course dear. Is he seeing anyone? - She shot the question that had always been on his mind. “I don't think he's ever been seen with anyone. Somewhere in the pit of my stomach it hit me an unknown reason. But I didn't think much about it. “He's not dating anyone. When does he have time for this? "The question is, what would a man like that have to talk to a woman about?" I said dismissively, and Aaron, sitting next to me, smiled in agreement. “I can't even imagine him being romantic. “I won't be surprised if he doesn't know what the word means. “And you, Lauren, are you a romantic person? Athena challenged.

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"Movies and books ruined you, didn't they?" Did your last boyfriend not live up to your expectations? Beth placed her hand on it and laughed. I shot her a warning look, knowing she was dying to blurt out everything about me. — Cale a boca, Bethany.

"She's never dated anyone in her entire life," Beth revealed with more laughter.

Athena's jaw dropped and Aaron exclaimed, “Really? “Guys, it's no big deal,” I said with a shrug, pushing him away like it really was nothing. I just never thought about dating anyone. I was too busy taking care of my dad and I had these abandonment issues. I feared that if I started dating, they would leave me like my mother did. I always thought that if a mother could leave her child, why wouldn't a man leave his girlfriend? "Are you like... a virgin?" Athena muttered in a low voice. “Just because I don't date doesn't mean I'm a virgin. "So you have sex casually?" Wow Lauren, you keep surprising me. I rolled my eyes. “I don't have sex casually.

“Jake was the guy who took my virginity at my high school graduation. “And the only reason I left him was because I didn't want to go to the university virgin. Not that it was a big deal, but back then it was for me. Aaron gasped. "And you haven't been with anyone since then?" “I don't need a man to be happy. Vibrators do a good job.

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They started laughing. “We need to change that. Tonight you're going to get a guy and have a lot of fun. “No, not a chance. “I crushed the idea of Athena because I didn't have time to be with anyone. - Like this? Beth commented bitterly, adding, “Damn Lauren, live a little. You've never heard that saying... “You only live once,” Aaron continued. She nodded. “What kind of man do you want? Oh, I know what I want. Tall, dark and handsome. Lots of muscles. Should be able to keep up with me,” Athena said dreamily. “I know what Lauren likes. Dark and mysterious. I looked at Beth for the fifth time that night. I felt like she wanted to tease me. "Like Mason, then!" Athena suddenly exclaimed. "Do you like my dear nephew?" “Look, if I liked girls, this would definitely have been the worst hangout because you guys only talk about macho,” Aaron said, smiling a little. “Even Aaron wants Mason. “Can we talk about anything other than my boss? - I asked. “Okay, I met someone. They all turned to look at him. “Why are you looking at me like that? - How long? Athena demanded. - It's been a month.

- One month?! she yelled. "And you didn't think for a second to tell me?" I'm your best friend. “The only reason I didn't tell you is that it wasn't for real at the time,” he admitted grudgingly.

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Beth leaned into him. - What's he like? He is hot? She searched for answers. Aaron smiled. “He's so hot. I met him during my morning run. He hesitated, then continued. “He was married at the time. - What?! Athena screamed again. “I know, I know what you're going to say. But the marriage was already in ruins and he was about to file for divorce. “Oh, damn, Aaron. Please don't tell me you ruined someone's wedding,” I asked him, giving him an almost pleading look. “I promise it wasn't my fault. Let's buy a new apartment and move in together. He looked happy. He looked very happy. As a friend, I must support you.

I reached out and placed my hand in his, smiling. - I'm very happy for you. “Even though I'm very angry with you for disrespecting our friendship.” Athena paused with a furrowed brow before her face broke into a smile. “I'm glad you're happy. So when can I meet you? - Never! - Like this? "I don't know, what if you scare him?"

Athena leaned back in her chair and gave her a sarcastic look. "Yes, because I look like an evil witch," she replied sarcastically. “We all want to meet the man who managed to steal all the passion you had for Mason for him. “It's not like I have a chance with him, Athena. Glenn

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has a better chance of coming back from the dead.

She raised her glass to him. After we finished eating, Aaron left to make a phone call. I knew he was going to call his boyfriend because he had blushed when I asked him. Beth and Athena went to the bathroom to touch up their makeup, leaving me behind. I was playing with the knife when I heard someone's footsteps. I turned my head. "You took too long...

The words died in my throat and I let out a small silent sigh when I saw the figure in front of me. I got up quickly. The voice of Mr. Campbell, usually so cold and furious, said with indifference: — What a lovely evening, Miss. Hart. “Yes sir,” I said encouragingly, even though my heart had started to pound alarmingly. “It's a very good night. His eyes left me and landed on our table, empty plates and wine bottles. “I can tell. The waitress came back and addressed me: — Alright, your dinner was charged to Mr. Campbell, and we at Mist hope you enjoyed the food and come back next time. Oh my God. The next three seconds were the slowest of my entire life. I couldn't begin to explain because there was nothing to explain. I felt so embarrassed once again.

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But mostly scared. I was speechless as I looked into his dark, angry face. “A good night, in fact, is when you eat and drink for free. I shook my head. - It's not what it looks like. He approached me like a panther and held my shoulders, shaking me until I thought my breath would never come back. Angrily, he released me as abruptly as he'd spread his hands over me, looking at me as if he'd never seen me before. "Is that the kind of person you are?" Who do you think you are? He raised his voice. “You're nothing but my temporary assistant. That doesn't give you the right to use me for your own benefit! "You're not rich, so eat what your money can eat." purchase. Look at this…,” he pointed to our table. “You invited your friends. You have no shame, Miss. Hart?

“Did you forget your pride and dignity when you asked them to collect my bill? Tears started to fall down my cheeks. “It's women like you that I despise,” he added with a sneer. His eyes traveled slowly over me, and the way they did made me really hate myself. There was no reason for me to hate myself, but he really made me feel like I should. — Mason. Athena stumbled in. He gave her a death glare. - What are you doing here? She looked between him and me.

“Why I'm here is none of your business.

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"Although, I'm glad I did," he said roughly, then looked in my direction. “Ladies, enjoy the night. “He turned his back on us and left. “What the hell happened? - she asked. I was so angry I was shaking. It took me no less than ten seconds before I grabbed my bag and went

though without saying a word.

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Chapter 8 It didn't improve my mood to discover the next morning that I was thirty minutes late for work. I guess I didn't care enough to go to work, after all I didn't want to face my boss, who in the last six hours has become my number one enemy. I couldn't get his words out of my mind. They were painful.

They weren't who I was, but the fact that he couldn't wait and let me explain everything so he could decide for himself not only pissed me off, it made me wake up and decide I didn't want to work for someone like that anymore. Mr. Campbell did not value anyone and treated them as if they were nothing. I wanted to work in an office where I could breathe without fearing that I had done something wrong, or where the boss was really nice and treated everyone with respect. I picked up my cup of coffee and looked at my laptop screen. This was the decision I made the minute I got into bed last night. I was fed up.

It wasn't like I hated myself and didn't value my self-respect. I had feelings. I feel emotions. I wasn't a damn robot who wouldn't hurt me with his words. I typed quickly. Dear Mr. Campbell, Letter of resignation.

Please accept this letter as notification that I am resigning from my position as assistant to Mason Campbell at Campbell Industry

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on August 10th. I apologize for not being able to give you two weeks notice. Due to circumstances beyond my control...

I paused and huffed. I wanted to write, “Because you're an idiot and I can't work for an idiot. I continued, … I need to resign. I'm happy to receive my payment or you can ask them to ship to my address. Thank you very much.

Sincerely, Lauren Hart. — Letter of resignation? What the hell are you doing? — Beth he asked, looking over my shoulder. Her hair was messy and she still had drool at the corner of her mouth, indicating that she had just woken up and hadn't even looked in the mirror yet. - What have? It's nothing shocking,” I replied, reading the letter again to make sure it was all right. “I come from a line of quitters.

“My mother left her family, my father is leaving life, so it doesn't matter if I stop working too. It doesn't matter.

Before I could hit send, she pulled the laptop from me and glared at me with red cheeks. - It doesn't matter? Are you serious? I got up and tried to take it back from her. “Give me my laptop, Beth. I'm serious. “Not unless you tell me what's wrong with you, Lauren. I know your work is important to you, so you wouldn't just give up unless there's something you're not telling me.

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“And you have to remember that you're giving up the one thing that will help your father. I swallowed, pressing my cold fingers against my forehead. - No more. She reached forward and grabbed my arm.

“Lauren, either you want to tell me what the fuck is going on, or I'm not going to give you your laptop back and let you do something you might regret later. I pulled away from his grip. “I won't regret it,” I assured him. — work for Mason Campbell gives me nothing but anger and grief. “I know, your boss is an idiot, so what? she asked scornfully. — It's common to have a boss you want to kill for good. every now and then, but that doesn't mean you should give up. - I do not really care. Give me my laptop,” I begged, as my face darkened. — I have to send my resignation letter. she didn't have idea of what I had been through last night. She had no idea what it was like to be looked down on by someone, to make them think you were mean, and to hurt your self-esteem. No one has ever made her feel so low. She wouldn't understand.

Neither of us said anything else, but the tension in our grim expressions said it all. - No. “Beth, I'm not kidding. She stood her ground, openly challenging me with a stare. Beth wasn't one to back down and neither was I, which was why whenever we fought or had our differences, we were bound to have a terrible day. - Me neither. This concerns your father's well-being. Like you

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Will you find another job in time to pay the medical bills? His words only filled me with more dread. For a single moment, my dying father's face passed through my eyes and I thought I was going to faint.

"He's dying, okay?! He's dying, Beth, and there's nothing I can do about it,” I confessed, my voice sounding like I was out of orbit. - What? she asked, shocked. - What do you mean by that? My throat burned and my eyes watered. I had accepted the possibility of losing my father soon, but if, by some miracle, he survived, I would spend every day thanking God for not taking him from me. He was my strength and my weakness. I would do anything to make him live longer. My voice was shaking when I answered. “The chemo treatment didn't work and the doctor said if he tries another one, his body won't take it,” I pleaded with my fingers squeezing my hands. My words sounded so surreal to my ears. I could hardly believe that this was my father's fate. I added in a bitter tone, “So it basically means he dies if he tries another chemo, and he also dies if he doesn't try another treatment again. Life is shit. - My God. Beth took a long series of breaths and released another look at me. 'How long does he have?' - This matters? He won't live long. A low, unearthly moan that I only recognized as my own pain closed in my throat. I staggered back and fell against the wall, the pain hitting me hard. My knees started to shake and my vision blurred, my

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entire world contracted into a swirling black void. All I could see was the world teasing me with glimpses of my father, cold and gray dying and moving away from us. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I opened them to look at Beth's motionless form. “I don't want him to go.” My voice shook and my vision began to blur with tears. “Beth, I don't want him to die. He's the only one I have. Please tell him not to leave me. Beth crossed over and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. I felt her tears falling down my back as mine cascaded down my face. "Why does the world hate me?" First it was my mother and now my father. “The world doesn't hate you if you still have me. I sniffled, unable to speak. “I'll be here to help you through these difficult times, Laurie. "And let's make your father's last days happy, let's go." guarantee it. — The words tore a hole in my heart. Beth and I visited my father. He was so happy to see her, even though he spent most of his time sleeping. He still hadn't regained much energy and Becky said he was expected to be asleep. When he woke up again, he and Beth played chess and he let her win as usual. I was very happy to see the huge smile on his face. That was what I wanted, for him to spend his last days smiling. We didn't talk about my mother again and I was glad we did. Talking about that woman only put me in a bad mood and never I waited for her to show up. And she never did. Five-thirty, I kissed him goodbye and promised to be back the next day. Beth had other plans, so I was left to go home alone.

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I was two blocks from our building when I got out of the cab, preferring to walk to help clear my mind. I walked in silence, willing the peaceful night to soothe me. I let out a long, shaky breath as my building appeared. A black Range Rover was parked in front of our building. I didn't pay much attention, thinking that one of the residents had a visitor or bought a new car. Paying no attention to it, I made a move to enter the building. — Srta. Hart. I turned around and to my shock, Mr. Campbell was standing in front of my building, casually calling to me. I must have been dreaming because there was no way I could see him. After going a whole day without thinking about him, this one had to be the punishment I received for it. And did he know where I lived? Did he look at employee information and get my address? Ownership or not, this was a violation of privacy. - What are you doing here? I glanced at the street before moving my eyes back to him, unsure how to react to this unexpected and unwelcome visit. "Is that your first question?" Won't you ask how I know where you live? “I'm glad you didn't break into my apartment,” I said, crossing my arms. “This is not beyond your capabilities. 'It isn't, is it?' he asked, squinting at me. “How could I not come when I received this? He waved a paper in the air. — Your letter of resignation. “It is, of course, to do that. He grabbed the edges of the paper and ripped them off.

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oh, the sound of him tearing himself in two reached my ears. I lifted my chin, fixing him with a penetrating gaze. “That still doesn't change anything. “I am rejecting your resignation, Ms. Hart. I looked at him, hoping I'd misunderstood. - What? A bored look crossed his face. “I believe the words I said are not difficult to interpret. You still work for me. - I think not. Frowning, I pulled myself up to my full height and put my shoulders back - just to emphasize my denial. He took a deep breath, something I'd never seen him do in my presence. Something about his bold, almost rude look made me uncomfortable. “I am many things, a liar is not one of them. I don't have the time or patience to make fun of you. This is not my way. You can't quit or stop working for me, Ms. Hart. My company is not child's play, something you can just drop whenever you want. A look of barely controlled annoyance crossed his eyes. “You're still my assistant, you still work for me. When I don't want you anymore, I'll fire you. I gave a short, unexpected laugh, forcing myself to respond calmly and feigning a composure I barely felt. “You're no less than I expected you to be,” I revealed. “Actually, you are very different from how I expected you to be. great Mason Campbell was. - Oh, really? He snapped sarcastically. "May I ask what you expected me to be?" He was daring me to say what was on my mind, it almost sounded like a threat too, and if I wasn't already upset that he thought he owned me and could have a say in everything

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I do, I would have heeded his subtle warning and retreated.

- Who do you think you are? You can't force me to work for you. I will no longer work for you. “You seem so sure of that. Suppose you think you can do this, walk away from me so easily. He approached me, his footsteps like a predator and the threat hidden in his face, loud and clear. “I can assume, of course, that you will go on with your life in peace and happiness. Do you honestly think I would? His voice was coolly controlled, but he could barely control the heat in his eyes. He took several steps closer to me until he was in front of me, so close I could count the frown lines on his face. “I'm Mason Campbell,” he said, with arrogance and pride. “I don't say things twice. I get away from people. They don't walk away from me.

For a moment, I was too angry and bewildered to speak. My eyes narrowed dangerously and my hands balled into fists. Not only was this man rude and unmannerly, but his contemptuous innuendos were too much to handle. He seemed pleased by my unexpected silence. Clearly, he thought he had put me in a state of silence. I leaned forward, my voice condescending. “Fuck you, Mason,” I said carelessly, releasing the anger I'd felt for him since the moment I saw him. “You might think you own them all, which is ridiculous because we're not objects, but you don't own me. I have the right not to work for you. No one will force me, not even you. “Are you trying to go against my word? — The voice of Mr. Campbell was barely controlled.

I noticed that his whole face went rigid with anger, he barely could pronounce the words. "Do you want to be on the list of people who challenged me?"

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I tried not to show how scared I was. “Oh, are you going to kill me? My voice sounded incredulous; looking up, I saw your eyes bright and mine became rancorous. "Or make me disappear?" I want to see you try,” I continued, not caring that his eyes had narrowed, almost like a cat's. "Do your worst, Mr. Campbell. He glared at me with his eyes spitting fury. I shook the head before turning to leave. “If you don't go back to work, I'm going to buy your building and kick you out. Wherever you try to go, I'll be behind you. You won't get a job or a place to live. “And the same applies to people you care about. I turned to face him again. My cheeks burned with anger and I wasn't the least bit afraid of him. My voice shook with uncontrollable rage.

- You can not do that. “I thought you said I couldn't do anything. Because do you look so scared now? — Mason.

— Mr. Campbell,” he corrected, authoritatively. “We don't share any relationships so you wouldn't be formal with me, Ms. Hart. - Why are you doing this? I don't want to work for you anymore! - What a shame.

I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to fight the urge to scream. “I don't want you to hurt my friends and family. “I didn't need to tell him clearly that I'd just gotten my job back. My defeated expression caused a small smile

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sarcastic in the corners of your mouth.

My breath stopped. That smile, what the hell, it was a smile that made him so beautiful, it was devastating. I already thought he was so handsome, but when he smiled, he might as well be the most handsome man in the world. He was breathtaking. His smile blinded me. Holy crap! He could make anyone a puppet. But that smile belonged to a man who was simply horrible and I couldn't see his beauty anymore. A rude, controlling man was not attractive.

"See you on Monday, Ms. Hart. But I had already turned around and was running back to my building, barely able to breathe from the anger that boiled inside me. Even when I got to the comfort of my room and threw myself in bed, I found it impossible to control my feelings. Anger, humiliation, and most of all, a scorching dislike for Mason Campbell, who put me in an impossible situation without thinking about my feelings. I slammed my fists against the pillows, wanting to scream out loud. “I really can't escape him, can I?

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Chapter 9 Monday went by so fast. Beth didn't question me when I told her I'd be back at work. I could tell she wanted to ask me, but she respected my privacy. Athena apologized to me about Mr. Campbell on Saturday night. She promised that she had cleared it all up with him and that it wasn't entirely my fault. That explained why he wanted me back. But spending so much time with him and hearing him tell me over and over again how easily I would be replaced didn't exactly quench my curiosity and just left me with a flea in my ear. If it was easy to replace me like he said, why did he blackmail me into working for him again? But realizing that I would never have my answers, I stopped thinking about all that, especially when a pile of documents appeared on my desk. It felt more like punishment than real work. Mr. Campbell didn't go to work that day, and his absence made it the most pleasant day of my life. And I was true to myself. I had bad feelings for him, but at the same time time, I felt more than that. I couldn't understand my feelings; I felt dislike, yes, mixed with tremendous admiration, but was there something else?

No, it was definitely just admiration. Someone who could snatch the world at such a young age and building a powerful image was someone to look up to.

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Mainly Mr. Campbell, who was just 32 years old and had everything he wanted and more. Late in the afternoon, he came in, announcing that he wanted to see me. When I entered his office, he was sitting at his desk. He looked at me. “You didn't keep me waiting. “Did you want to see me? My voice sounded cautious. "Did I get any messages from John Holt's office?" - Yea. His assistant called earlier about the deal you made with him. Mr. Holt no longer wishes to continue with the deal if its terms still apply. “Well, I suppose we must hope he has enough money to take care of his five children. He continued speaking in the same inconsequential tone of voice: “When I buy his company and reveal all his illegal activities, do you think he would realize his mistake? I couldn't control the shock and the angry flush that sprang to my face. I was uncomfortably aware of the penetrating scrutiny of those gray eyes that took in every detail of it. I knew it was a rhetorical question and my contribution was not was necessary, but I had to say something. Yeah... Mr. Campbell, is this... is this... really necessary? I was irritated by stuttering and stumbling over my words. “Do you really have to do this? — And since when do I hear you?

There was a hint of irony in his voice, finally, his half-closed eyes narrowed slightly, “This is business. You don't know anything about it. I knew that when Mr. Campbell decided to take a certain course of action, nothing could stop him, I should have known that by now, but still I protested. He was a ruthless businessman. “But, sir, he has a family.

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“Call his office and relay the message, Ms. Hart.” His voice was subtle and dry, but I caught his veiled threat and shuddered. "If he doesn't agree to my terms, I'm afraid his fate is inevitable. Barely able to suppress my frustration, I gave a slight nod before leaving the office. The rest of the day was peaceful. He'd been in his office for hours and hadn't taken a break. He was a workaholic, and something tells me he had no life outside of work. How can anyone live like this? Somehow I could imagine him obsessing over earning more in the morning and being on top, and a little break could make him think he'd lose everything. This is exactly how I felt when I watched an episode de The Walking Dead. I was working when I smelled an unknown perfume in the air. I looked up and saw a man coming towards Mr. Campbell. He was dressed in a casual dark polo shirt and ripped jeans with black sneakers. He stopped in front of me with the cutest smile and dimpled cheeks. His eyes were hazel, they almost seemed to glow every few seconds. In conclusion, he was really handsome. - Hello dear. He seemed charming, even friendly. “I am Gale, and you must be? — Lauren. New assistant to Mr. Campbell. I smiled back nervously. If Beth had been there, there was no doubt that she would jump on this man. He was the kind of man she wanted - handsome and handsome and rich. She wouldn't rest until she had him in bed.

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“Well, you certainly don't deserve to be confined to this boring office. Someone so breathtakingly beautiful deserves to be shown in someone's arms. I, for one, would show you to the world. He took my hand before I could stop him, kissing her back. With my eyes closed, her long lashes touched my palm. He withdrew. - What a gentleman. I smiled, already liking him. Not because he praised me, but because he seemed to be the only rich man who wasn't an idiot. - What can I do for you? “I'm here to see Mason. This is an unplanned surprise meeting. - Oh sorry. Mr. Campbell is busy right now, but would you like to wait? Instead of answering, Gale walked around me and sat in one of the two chairs that were in front of my desk. He crossed his legs and placed his right arm over the chair. “Normally I wouldn't wait for him,” he began with a teasing smile. “But today seems to be an exception. It's been a long time since I've been in the company of a beautiful woman like you. I leaned back in the chair. “I'm sure you say that to every woman you know,” I replied with a huff and a shake of my head. He cocked his head to the side and studied me. “You're different, Lauren. I couldn't help but laugh. “That line is overrated. Think that no longer works. Gale inhaled a dramatic sigh and crossed his arms in front of him. 'Would you like something to drink?' "Suddenly I remembered how

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be a good assistant.

His dimples appeared. “No, I'm fine, Lauren. A minute passed before he asked, "How long have you been working here?" “Not long. 'And do you like it here?'

“Well, I don't go home smelling like chicken fingers. - An eyebrow raised and I explained, - I worked at a place where their main course was chicken fingers. “I'm sure they were devastated when you left. 'Why would they?' “Because your departure must have scared off some of your customers.

I'm sure you know you're beautiful. My mouth opened before I smiled.

— What is your relationship with Mr. Campbell?

Suddenly, a shadow fell over my shoulder and I looked up, surprised to see Mr. Campbell standing there with an irritating look on his face. “I don't pay you to sit around and ask about my relationships, Ms. Hart. I almost choked when I replied with my head down, completely embarrassed. - Of course sir. I'm very sorry. "Now he's going to think I'm a nosy bitch. He already had a lot to think about about me. He looked at Gale. "You couldn't resist the chance to gossip. about me? he asked bitterly. "Do you think you're that important, Mason?" come, let's go to your office. You have bigger problems than your ego. As if he struggled to control himself, Mr. Campbell looked at me and turned, walking to his office. Gale followed eagerly, all traces of happiness gone from his face. What was that? And what problems does Mr. Campbell was

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facing now? That's none of your business, Lauren. It's not your job to know everything about him.

Besides, someone like Mason Campbell would always run into trouble. For the next fifteen minutes, I heard a noise coming from his office. I jumped in fear and my eyes remained fixed on the door. What was going on inside? Were they fighting? No, Mr. Campbell wasn't going to get into a fight at the office. What should I do? Call security or break into the room? I was on my feet when the door opened ten minutes later, and Gale's head popped out. He looked exactly the same way he arrived. No bruises or blood on it. That was a good sign. I must say something, ask what happened, but how? “Lauren,” Gale said, almost happy. He smiled at me. “It was nice to meet you. Hope to see you again soon... in a different location, I hope. Your boss wants to see you now. Without wasting a second, I ran into the office. Everything on Mr. Campbell was sprawled on the floor with some broken things. Deliberately, I let my eyes roam over him. From his seat by the window, Mr. Campbell watched my reaction with an impassive expression. “Sir, is everything okay? I finally said, the words sounding soft and hesitant. “Yes,” he said abruptly, and the look in his eyes passed over me like a shock, making my heart pound. "You'd better clean this up," he said dryly, walking

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to the door. “You'd better not talk to anyone about this. That you threw a tantrum? I nearly slipped, and judging by the way he was looking at me, as if he wanted to stab me with his pen, I knew he must have guessed my thoughts. A slow smile graced the corner of my lips. He slammed the door.

For the next few days, Mr. Campbell changed with everyone, not like he wasn't an idiot before, but he got worse. He was grumpy, angry and yelling at everyone. We were all tense and under a lot of pressure. Everyone I was afraid to step out of line and risk being fired.

I knew something was bothering him, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Friday night, I was sleeping when my phone rang at three in the morning. The sound of it woke me up.

Looking at the unknown number, I wanted to ignore it, but then I thought it might be related to my father. Nervous and afraid of hearing bad news, I answered the call. - Hello? - MS. Hart. It was a lazy drawl, delivered in a velvety voice, and I felt an emotion inside me. — Mr. Campbell? I asked in shock, rubbing my eyes. - Everything is fine? It's three in the morning.

- And even? His rough voice dripped with sarcasm. - I want to see you. Now, Miss. Hart. Queens Hotel. Room number 205. - A hotel? I gasped, my eyes bulging from their sockets. “See you in ten minutes.

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I couldn't understand what he said until I heard the call end. - What is happening? I muttered to myself. I didn't change what I was wearing, which was shorts and a vest. I decided to wear a sweatshirt over it. Beth was still sleeping when I escaped our apartment. Approaching the luxury hotel, from inside the taxi, I noticed the presence of an employee who took my name and used the phone before sending me by elevator to Mr. Campbell on the top floor. I didn't understand why he wanted me to meet him at the hotel when he could just send me to his house or meet me somewhere other than a damn hotel. The elevator doors opened and I got out, looking for the your room number. When I stopped in front of the door, it took a lot of courage before I slowly knocked. Three minutes later, Mr. Campbell opened the door. He was there in a polo shirt that revealed his massive muscles and black pants that hugged his thigh. Her hair was disheveled and her lips slightly bent. He was so hot. I knew that Mason Campbell was self-confident, even arrogant, a man who would have no problem attracting any woman he wanted. I blinked, taken by surprise. I felt like he wasn't my boss, he was someone I would take in a bar and would talk about him all week. He was so handsome it hurt. I wanted to check if I was drooling, but I decided not to. I smiled a little. But there was no answering smile in the gray eyes that met mine.

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Chapter 10 Pow. Pow.

- MS. Hart. He nodded. - You're late. And just like that, the idiot turned and walked back inside, letting me stand by the door, my heart threatening to burst. I followed him into the living room, which was luxuriously furnished and had a magnificent view from the balcony windows. It was cold inside, but every part of me was hot and sweaty. - Sit down. I sat down reluctantly, perching on the edge of the sofa while Mr. Campbell stretched with insolent ease on another. Crossing her legs, her gaze intimidated me and her fingers drumming slowly on her thigh made my stomach clench. “I believe you are quite curious as to why I called you here. - Yes sir. “I don't like beating around the bush, so let me say this right away. He uncrossed his legs and stared at me, not letting me break contact. “Marry me,” he said casually. Marry me. My mind raced. I thought I heard wrong. He couldn't have said that I should marry him. I couldn't take my gaze off him. His posture was extreme tranquility. But it was your eyes that chained me, because I didn't I imagined the cold, calculating glint in those silver eyes.

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I tried to locate the hidden cameras because I was sure I was being tricked into a reality show. Marry me. But Mr. Campbell wouldn't waste time doing that. Marry me. And he sure as hell would never say anything he didn't want to. Marry me. Marry me. Those words rang loud in my ears. Slowly, I started to lean back in my chair, feeling dizzy. He watched. No blinking. Totally relaxed. Something I couldn't fully understand. I said, in a very low tone. - Marry you? Did I hear correctly?

“Yes, I want you to marry me. I laughed, a really loud laugh. — Mr. Campbell, I didn't think you'd be involved in a silly prank. I mean, are you serious? Where are the cameras? I tried to search the couch I was sitting on, pulling up the cushions and throwing them to the floor. 'Really, sir?' Do you want to play with me at three in the morning? Where did you hide the cameras?

I got up and checked the vase of flowers, for some reason I ended up checking under the couch too. I was about to start a deep search when he barked at me. - Sit down. The tone he used had me quickly back to my seat before I knew it, and my heart slammed into my chest. "This is not a joke, Mrs. Hart. I'm deeply insulted that you thought I would go to such lengths to enjoy myself,” he said in annoyance. “And let it be the last time I say it again: you are the last person I would make a joke of or do something silly with. Now I asked

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you one thing and you would accept. Marry me. I forced a laugh. "Why are you saying this so much? easily as if asking me how my day was. He raised an eyebrow. - Why do you want to marry me? It makes no sense. The words came out sharper than I intended. - It makes sense. It just doesn't have to make sense to you,” he said. There was a bright light in his eyes, a light that was almost frightening. “When I think about it, you're the only best option. — Option? Option for what? — To be Mrs. Mason Campbell. “You're trying to make it sound like it's a business and not a wedding. He uncrossed his legs once more. "It's a business, Ms. Hart. One that will benefit you, trust me. You only have to marry me for a year, and after that, you're free to go and do whatever you want. I clasped my hands in front of me, trying to understand the what he was saying. "Why do you want to get married for a year?" "Actually, I don't. I was thinking about it, but I was curious about his condition. "The reason will be known to you once you accept my offer,” he stated dryly. For someone who looked desperate, he sure as hell was leaving like I had no choice. As if he'd already decided I was going to marry him, and he was just being nice enough to let me know. What an idiot. - Because I? Why don't you choose someone you like? As you always tell me, Mr. Campbell, there are a lot of people out there and I'm sure they'd love to be your wife. “They would do anything to be your wife, that's what I wanted to say. I think if he announced to the world that he was looking

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a wife, they would need every cop in the country to hold the women down. But he was asking for me... Annoyance forced me to my feet and I calculated the distance to the door. “I have no idea what your new game is, but I won't be included in it. I ran forward, trying to escape. I felt like I was in a horror movie. He caught me halfway. His fingers curled around my arm and spun me around to face him. I looked up at him with a sigh as my back connected to the door. His eyes went cold. "I am not a man to speak lightly of such matters, Mrs. Hart. Women are not in my plans, and I say the same about marriage. But I'm in a situation where I have to do something I don't like. He pressed his fingers to my skin. “You understand, don't you?

No, I don't understand anything.

“This…this isn't going to happen. I will not marry you, Mr. Campbell. Not in this life, not in any other. “Even if I was offered everything in life, even if I were born again, I would refuse to marry Mason Campbell. How absurd! He hated me eight hours ago and suddenly wanted to marry me? Didn't that look suspicious? He pulled me with him into the room. He was close—so close I could feel the heat of his breath on my cheeks. "I get what I want," he breathed, as the soft richness of his voice washed over me as it had the first time.

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that I met him. “If I have to force a ring on your finger, then so be it. But in the end, you will be my wife. I shivered, looking into his bold eyes. The humming silence stretched so tensely that his tension crackled in the living room. - It's a challenge? I asked, the leveling of my tone revealing much more than the few words spoken. - A challenge? he repeated in a heavy tone. So he raised a skeptical eyebrow. - Same? As you wish. I looked away from his dismissive wave, walking the few steps that separated me from the door, my mind whirling. Marry like Mason Campbell? Is that a new bad joke? ***

"Did your boss ask you to marry him?" Mason Campbell? Beth's amazement hung in the air. She scratched her head somehow. way managing to look confused, happy and angry at the same time.

With my own angry and confused face, I tried to gather some sanity. I closed my eyes and imagined him standing there, with his captivating eyes.

chasing me, calculating my every move. Those silver eyes that were so mysterious, deadly, like a bomb about to explode on you. I closed my eyes and I could feel like he was still standing in front of me, his pulse roaring in my ears. I imagined him there, pulling me close to him, inhaling his fragrant breath. I felt Mason Campbell's presence around me and through me.

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It fired my senses and posed a vibrant challenge not just to my sanity, but to my heartbeat. Every breath I took. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and turned my attention to her. I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut again, seeking the familiar solace of peace…if only for a moment. But that was also a challenge, for all I could see it was him asking me to marry him.

"If I'm dreaming, pinch me, Laurie, but Mason Campbell asked you to marry him. You're not lying, are you? I rolled my eyes.

"You said yes, didn't you?" I hope you didn't look too excited when you did this. His nose twitched. "Wouldn't that look good, Mrs. Campbell. His smile widened. — Mrs. Lauren Mason Campbell,” she declared, her words breaking inside my head. “That sounds good for that, right? I looked at her. "Are you using any drugs, Bethany?" I shot back, my chest tightening. “I didn't. Why aren't you freaking out like me? She shrugged without a care in the world. “Why should I freak out? It's a marriage proposal. "Doesn't that scare you?" Doesn't it look suspicious? Why would a man like Mason Campbell ask me to marry him when he could have any woman in the world? An actress, a damn model, but he chose me. "And you still think it's nothing to be scared of?" I tried to explain in pure disbelief. Beth's eyebrows rose, but they drew together just as quickly. Scratching her head, she looked at me as if she wanted to say something but, on second thought, chose to hold her tongue. “I think it looks a little suspicious.

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My eyes narrowed. - A little? I wanted to kick her back to her senses. She met my gaze with narrowed eyes and a frown.

“It's bloody Mason Campbell, the most desirable bachelor in all of England, the richest and most powerful man. What's not to like? I arched my eyebrows. Realization suddenly washed over her. — Oh. - Exactly! “Finally, we were thinking along the same lines. 'What else did he say?' “Something about being for a year.

What kind of dumb person would agree to marry someone for a year? And what kind of offer was that? Marry for just one year? Did he think marriage was like a business? Beth shook her head, reflecting my disbelief and confusion. "Does he want to marry you for a year?" But why? “He wouldn't say unless I agreed to it. He's really adamant about getting me to marry him. "But being his wife..." She stopped, some thoughts entering her mind. His astonishment irritated me more than it should have. Until recently, I discovered that Beth was the most illogical person. She didn't understand the big picture, the problems that came with Mason's proposal. All that mattered was how rich, hot and famous he was. Truth be told, this proposal caught me off guard. When I imagined someone asking me to marry him, it would be great, and I would really like the guy… he would like me too. But it's been a long time since I've looked at someone or thought about dating to begin with. Mason and I weren't even friends. We never smiled at each other and he wanted to get married

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with me. —

…it's absolutely ridiculous and something I won't lose sleep over,” I finished her sentence, shooting her a long, piercing look. A glow that built up with all my frustrations. “This is all so shocking. First, you started working at Campbell Industry, and now you've got a marriage proposal from the big guy himself, you're very grumpy. “A month ago, I wouldn't have believed it if someone told me we'd be sitting here talking about Mason's request. in married. - Hit. “Don't let it bother you. I felt your hands on my hand. “I know you Lauren, you'll keep thinking about it. Don't let it get into your head like everything else, and focus on your life. I couldn't focus on anything when your words still echoed in my ears. “Let me just say that I'm being brave right now for saying all this and absolutely wrecked. - Beth added with a smile.

an exclamation: "It's the goddamned Mason Campbell!"

"Oh, give it some time, okay? — I got up from the table. Beth and I were having breakfast - it was the only day we were able to eat together. We were busy with work. Me with my job and Beth with hers at the law firm.

I went to my room and she caught up with me. "I'm not done, Ms. Campbell! - My God! Can you stop calling me that? She grabbed my arm. “I don't intend to let you forget this proposal. I'll tell your father — There! Get off of me, you crazy!

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I held her tight and whispered in her ear. “You're not going to say anything to Dad. Beth tried to get up, but I pushed her down. - Right?

“That's really inappropriate,” she commented with a sly smile. I licked his cheek, laughing. - EW! You passed me your germs. She shoved me back and I fell on my ass with a laugh, watching her run to the bathroom, screaming, “I hate you,” and something about Mr. Campbell.

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Chapter 11 The stress and emotional storm I went through last week drained me of all feelings. But I couldn't get Mason out of my mind. Mason, the man who was the answer to my problem, but was also a big problem. The man who got what he wanted. And he wanted to marry me. Me, Lauren Hart, the most ordinary girl in the world married to billionaire Mason Campbell. Not just a billionaire, but the most desired man. I did not think.

The thought burned my mind and body…it wasn't possible. He insisted, a voice in the back of my mind. Something about that kindled inside her head. You know so. The thought took root and grew stronger with each beat of my heart. Not God. I tried my best to get rid of it, get on with what was important and put the past behind me. I tried and pushed harder to the back of my head when I went to see my dad. I was happy to see him after a few days. Entering with her favorite flowers in hand, I stopped at the door. Tall, dark, and brooding as a black storm, he was his back was wide to me and my mouth went dry at the sight of him.

I would recognize him anywhere. Mason Campbell was the type of a man hard not to notice. Not just because he was big, but because he carried a powerful aura that draws you to him.

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Simply put, it stands out. Dad was the first to find me. — Lauren. He turned around and I forgot to breathe.

His hair was straight and almost glowing in the light.

His shoulders hunched and rippled with the movement, and his strong profile revealing how tightly he'd clenched his jaw, how dark his handsome features were. Did he know that a straight face makes him look even hotter? More attractive?

I shivered, chills starting to run up and down my spine as his set of silver orbs captivated me in their prison. This was the man who bent others to his will. He closed the distance between us, reaching me before I could catch my breath or recover from seeing him. I tried to stay calm…but damn it, when he towered over me like he was going to swallow me whole…it was hard. I tilted my chin to look at him, my heart pounding, wild emotions swirling inside me. I looked into his eyes but couldn't read what was hidden behind them. He had erected impenetrable shields, leaving no room for me to guess why he was there. I glanced furtively at Dad, who was watching Mason in awe, smiling brightly as if he'd been announced that he would survive, which raised more questions. My brow furrowed.

Mason smiled…if the upward movement at the left corner of his lips could qualify as a smile. “Hello Lauren,” he greeted. The richness of his voice would bring me to my knees. He called me Lauren in a different way.

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It was more like he was trying to seduce me, to be honest. I never, in a million years, imagined that Mason would have that kind of voice… the deep, seductive voice that was reserved only in the bedroom.

And he was using it on me now. I cleared my throat, half afraid my own voice would break, but the words were stuck in my throat. Where should I start? “I was just having a good talk with your dad about your childhood days,” he ventured, casting a quick glance at my dad. 'You did the job.'

I blinked, then studied him, trying to see the truth behind his eyes. He made it sound like it was okay for him to know about my childhood. But before I could demand answers, a slight change in his expression, something in the way he was looking at me took the words out. My heart responded, beating wildly against my ribs. “I'm so glad to hear you're still the same girl. His voice flowed in and around me, its soft depth rocking me again. Happy to know I was the same girl? He didn't know anything about me. I had to admit he was a good liar, but why he was lying was a mystery to me. - What are you doing here? - I managed to whisper. There was a wave of screams of silence.

And it was into this deepening emptiness that his words fell. "Did I not clarify this?" If you're not going to introduce the man you're going to marry to your father, I thought, why shouldn't I?

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The only words ringing in my ears were man who are you going to marry? I closed my eyes and counted from one to ten.

Mason's face reflected an absolute calm, a calm that I I was far from feeling as he waited for my reaction. My lips moved, but no sound came. It took several tries before I could find my voice. - What? “That was the best I could think of. I was shocked. I didn't expect that from him at all. Going behind my back to find my dad and lying about being engaged to me, that was a stupid move. But I was the one who challenged him to begin. Well I never expected that to happen! My choice of word elicited a slight smile. - Do not worry, love. I haven't counted all the surprises yet,” he said lightly, then leaned forward at my left ear. “I didn't tell him it would be in two weeks. Two weeks? Would I get married in two weeks?

What the hell was I saying? I wasn't getting married in two weeks! 'Is that your plan?' I asked as quietly as I could. so my father couldn't hear what I was saying. 'Come to see my father?' “It was a statement, not a question. I rolled my eyes, walking past him to walk over to my dad on the bed. I was going to tell him that Mason wasn't the man I was going to marry and that there wasn't any man to begin with. But Dad started crying before I could say a few words. “Oh, honey, you have no idea how happy I am,” he said, wiping away tears. “I thought I would die before I saw my beautiful little girl in her wedding dress. Oh Lauren, I'm so happy. Something broke my heart and I knew exactly what it was.

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Dad continued, smiling at my boss. “Mason, you're lucky to have her. You'll treat her right, right, son? Son? Mason nodded. - Of course sir. I would treat her exactly the way she deserves. The way I deserve? It was a joke? Of course, Dad didn't understand, but Mason's words made him look happier than I'd ever seen him. “Come here, sweetheart. He opened his arms and I welcomed myself in.

your arms safe and warm. “How happy I am, Lauren. My eyes formed a pool of tears and I couldn't take away their happiness. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't going to happen and that the marriage was not the way he imagined. It wasn't a love match and it wouldn't last forever. I wish I could tell him all these things. Who would agree to marry under a contract? — Okay, Dad. I pulled away, smiling at him. — I will speak to Mr. Campbell alone out there for a few minutes. You'll be fine? Dad raised an eyebrow. "She calls me that when she's upset with me," commented Mr. Campbell behind me. “You know how women are and their tantrums. My hand closed into a fist at my side. I really wanted to punch him. Dad chuckled. “Exactly like her mother. Then he smiled at me. “Darling, don't be too hard on him. I forced a fake smile before nodding.

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't lay a finger on him," I said, looking at Mr. Campbell. He was watching me closely, one dark brow casually raised, something bold and strangely sparkling in his eyes.

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Without hesitation, he followed me out of the room.

I didn't want anyone to see us, so I opened the door to an empty room. Mr. Campbell took several steps to stand by the window. Strong hands clasped behind his back, strong legs slightly apart, he looked out. The silence thickened - along with my unease. - What are you doing? Finally, he turned around, his expression unreadable.

“I found out more about your life. Your father is dying of cancer. From the report I got, he's been here for some time, suffering. "This has nothing to do with what I asked!" — I'm afraid so. I approached him, pointing my finger. - I will not marry you. "I'm afraid again, Miss. Hart, which is out of the question. I spoke with some of my doctors, and your father might survive. A sound of hope rang loud in my ears. - What? I whispered in shock. “You heard me correctly. With the best doctors taking care of his father, he will survive. - My God. I put my hand over my mouth. “Don't get so excited yet. His words took my breath away. 'He's going to need twenty million pounds, and that's where I enter. “If you agree to marry me, I will pay for your father's treatment and you will receive a bonus. What? - No. He raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather let your father die?" That's it, Miss. Hart? Do you want the regret that will come when he takes his last breath?

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I swallowed, closing my eyes before opening them again. - There are other ways... My answer seemed to amuse him. “In other words, you don't have any money. “I'll find another way,” I whispered, tears threatening to escape my eyes. Mr. Campbell crossed his arms and studied me, his eyes full of mockery. "And please tell me how you're going to do it?" Will you beg for a loan? he asked, amused. 'Who's going to take pity on you?' “I'm going to work,” I added boldly. His eyebrows rose. - Oh yes? And for how long? Five years? Ten? Forever before you get that amount, or ever? Will your father's cancer wait for you? - Stop this.

"No, I'm trying to understand you, Ms. Hart. What are you going to do to get that kind of money? - I will not marry you. He sighed. “It's blackmail. “Blackmail or not, it doesn't matter.” He shrugged. — Let's end up getting married.

I didn't know where his confidence came from. my mind told me that there was no other way to get that kind of money. Would I let my father die? Because my ego got the best of me? “There has to be another way. I'll work twenty-four hours for you if I have to. Just something other than marriage. “There will be no negotiation, Ms. Hart,” he said at last. “You have a choice and you better make up your mind before it's too late. It's true that I can have any woman I want, but I don't want any woman. I want you Lauren. Want you.

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Even though his words were innocent, it stirred something dangerous in me. I took a deep breath, shuddering, but immediately regretted it because her exquisite, wildly disturbing scent filled my lungs. A myriad of emotions flickered across my face before I turned my back on him, placing a hand on my forehead before pulling it back to run my fingers through my hair. I gathered my scattered emotions and silently left the room to go see my father. I needed to see him before I made any decisions. He didn't stop me.

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Chapter 12 I pushed open the door and entered.

- Hi Dad. He held the magazine he was reading and looked at me doubtfully. 'Is he whole?' I smiled and held her hands, sitting on the chair next to her. bed.

“Why are you so worried about him? You just met him. Anyone who knew Mason Campbell wouldn't be worried about him. They would applaud if he got hit by a car, and that's only if they found him for five minutes. I wouldn't be surprised if someone who'd known him the longest was planning his murder. God only knows how many times I wanted to kill that man. “I know I just met him, honey, but I feel like I've known this guy for years. “You didn't tell me you were dating and that he asked you to marry him. He looked at me and asked gently, "You're happy, honey, aren't you?" It is said that parents know exactly how their children feel without them saying anything. Why wasn't my father seeing how unhappy I was? How scared Mason's presence made me feel and how stressed I was. “I'm happy, Dad. But I'll be happier if I see you better than new. He gave a sad, defeated smile. “I've had amazing years. His hand touched my left cheek and I placed mine directly on top of his.

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"I was a good son, a good husband..." He tilted his head with a beaming smile. “A great father to a great daughter. I'm happy with the life that I've lived for fifty years, Lauren. “If I die now, I will die a happy man. — Good...

“Listen, it soothes me to know that Mason will take care of you after I'm gone. If only you knew your wish wouldn't come true. That man hated me. “I don't want you to die,” I said, choking. “All those who live must die, my dear. That man out there.” He pointed his finger at the door. “He will treat you well. I'm a good judge of character. I faced my father, really faced him and decided I didn't want him to die. I wanted him to live and enjoy another thirty years of his life. life. I didn't want to imagine life without him. “What if there's another way?

He looked at me confused. - Other way? What you want to say? He poked.

“What if I say there's a chance you'll live, Dad? His face displayed various emotions - shock, disbelief, happiness and hope. I saw hope in your eyes. He started to smile and sob at the same time, and I held him. We were both crying with happiness, but at the same time, I was crying for the life that would start with Mason Campbell, for the truth I kept from my father. I knew that when a year passed, I wouldn't be able to lie anymore. He can forgive me, maybe not, but everything I've done so far has been to make sure he survives. At any cost. When I found Mr. Campbell, an hour later, I stopped at the

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in front of him and let out a sigh. "If we're going to do this, I think I should know why you want to suddenly wants to get married.

He answered my question with a well-meaning, satisfying smile. “Well,” he began arrogantly, moving to take a few steps away from me, leaning his body against a table. “I owe you an explanation, don't I? Mr. Campbell moved to sit in the chair, crossing his legs. “My grandfather has a fortune. You would be shocked if I told you how much. He has two children — my father and my uncle.

“He gave each of them twenty percent, and the sixty percent remaining cent goes to his eldest grandson. “It should have been Tom, but he had an accident six years ago, lost his sanity and was deemed beyond recovery. His features, like his voice, held no hint of emotion. Not knowing what to say, I was silent. I thought paying condolences might be the wrong thing to do, or he might scold me for interrupting him. Also, I didn't think he expected me to say anything. — After that, it was passed on to the next grandchild. That is, for me,” he continued. “Well, not exactly for me, but for the woman I marry, my wife. The hardening of his tone didn't go unnoticed by me. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Am I going to get all this money?" He looked at me closely. Realizing what I said, I smiled shyly, my cheeks burning with heat. “That's not what I meant. "So what's up, Ms. Hart? I rolled my eyes. 'Why to your wife?' Why not for you? I asked slowly. "Should we go to the tomb and ask him that?" maybe he

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answer your question,” he replied sarcastically. "So you want to marry me and..." “Acquiring the property, yes. "But that's not cheating... He cut me. “We are not here to debate this, Ms. Hart. Then he laughed harshly. “And frankly, you're the only woman I trust who won't run off with the money once it lands in her bank account. I grimaced. “Wow, lucky me then. “My great-grandfather's lawyer expects me to marry a woman this month, or I lose the money to an idiot cousin. “And if I don't choose a bride soon, it's stated in the will that I will marry the woman my father approves of. A brief spasm of fury crossed his face. "Marrying someone of my father's choice is not an option, Miss. Hart. My mouth formed into a sly smile. - Then the great Mason Campbell bows to someone's will? He looked at me. “My father is a stubborn man who gets what he wants. Like father Like Son.

“But I won't let you choose a wife for me. If I let him control me in this, he'll be convinced he can control me in everything, and nobody controls me. His voice hardened and I swallowed.

"This is not the most suitable combination..." An unlikely combination, I wanted to say. I managed to stop myself in time. He would consider that an insult. The problem with Mason was that he might insult you, but when you do that to him, he takes it seriously. When I didn't respond, he arched a dark brow.

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'Have you nothing to say?' Won't you ask for more money? You really are different. He looked surprised. “That's what you say. "So what do you say, Ms. Hart, are you ready to be mine? My eyes widened to an alarming degree. Your.

So that was it, I was really agreeing with that. I went become the wife of this daring stranger. He might as well be a stranger, since I didn't know anything about him. For me, I always dreamed of having a lavish wedding and marrying someone I loved, having a home together and living our lives happily. How could I live in a house for a year with someone who doesn't even care about me?

How could I live in a house where everything can be restricted and I couldn't be comfortable with that? For a timeless instant, I swayed helplessly between yes and no. If I agreed, it would be a lonely marriage and probably with an absent husband, because something tells me that Mr. Campbell would not agree to live with me. I would be crazy to say yes to this marriage, and equally stupid to say no. “You know you haven't asked yet,” I said, looking up at him. “All you did was take away my right and assume I'd say yes to you. You are an arrogant man. He cocked his head to the side. "Do you want me to kneel?" “Somehow I don't see that happening. “Well, you're smart. You know what I can and can't do,” he replied, glancing toward the door as if he'd grown bored with the conversation and had far more to say.

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important to treat. I was doing him a good favor! In fact, we would both gain something from it. “Leaving that aside,” I began, meeting his eyes again. — I would like to negotiate the terms of this contract. It has to be the way I want it. For a long moment he looked at me as if he could barely comprehend what he had just heard. A dark frown crossed his face. 'As you wish?' he repeated. “I hope you know we're in this together, right? Both of us. You're not getting married alone, are you? “You can't expect me to enter into a marriage contract without making my own rules. That would be crazy on my part. A muscle twitched in his jaw and any hint of fun disappeared. It was obvious from the anger in his eyes that he wasn't used to hearing it from anyone, and certainly not a woman. He was used to being feared and obeyed.

Mason approached me, the scent of his cologne hitting me. my nose. He looked at me. “I'll have my lawyer meet with you and write the contract according to our wishes, until we're both satisfied. “When you go home, write down as many rules as you like, Ms. Hart, and I'll see how many rules are worth keeping. I agreed.

Idiot. He took a step forward. “And another thing, you mustn't go back to the office. - He met my gaze coldly.

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“You will be my wife and I will separate work from my personal life. - But... “Money made you work for me, right? You will receive this when our marriage expires. He went to the door and opened it. Bowing his head, he silently indicated for me to examine. I moved in a daze. My mind was spinning and I could barely make out everything that had happened. It felt so… surreal! Just a few weeks ago, I met that man... now I looked like I was about to marry him. Sra. Lauren Mason Campbell. That scared me a lot. How could I be a wife to someone like that? Someone whose world was different from mine? What does it take to be Mrs. Mason Campbell? How should I start to deal with this? Only time would tell.

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Chapter 13 We were at the bakery with Beth, watching her buy a cake. big for her sister, who had just graduated from high school. Beth had two brothers. She was the oldest, and Stephanie had only eighteen, and the youngest of them was eleven, Daniel. I loved your family. They were good people, especially their parents. They treated me like their own daughter. When my father was barely home, I was always at their house, and his mother never let me miss my own mother. She straightened up and turned to me. "Do we have enough groceries?" Forgot to check before we left. - Yes, but not too much. However, we are out of milk. I used the last box this morning,” I said absently. “We can go shopping tomorrow. She nodded, watching me. - What's up? Did you want to tell me something? I looked around to make sure no one was listening, so I leaned over and whispered, “I'm going to marry Mason Campbell. It took three seconds before he reacted to the news. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream before I put my hand over her mouth, blocking her screams. “Be still,” I hissed in warning. “No one knows except you and my father. At the mention of my father, his eyes widened even more. She backed up a little and my hands dropped to my sides. "Are you going to marry Mason?" she asked in a whisper, her tone sounding surprised and excited. "Holy shit, you

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will be Mrs. Mason Campbell. Do you know what that means? — That I am doomed? — I meditated aloud. - No! You got what every woman wants! Having Mason is like having all the wealth in this world. Do you have any idea how lucky you are? “Let me remind you that it's a contract marriage that lasts for a year. Is not real. Beth watched me with interest. - And? Even if it's for a day, it's a big deal. Lauren, you're going to be one of those snobs we hate. - She laughed. I looked at her. - Of course. I will never be one of those idiots. - When is the wedding? - I don't know. I shrugged. “Probably in two weeks, when everything is settled. She was a little surprised. "Don't you know your wedding date?" “If you think about it, it's not really my wedding. A real wedding, I mean. This is just an agreement between two people, and I'm not excited about it. “You must be the least excited bride. And I feel like hitting you right now because you're marrying Mason Campbell, and you should be screaming and jumping with excitement. I rolled my eyes and ignored the silly remark. “Why don't you just marry him, Beth? “He chose you, sweetheart. A dark shadow took over her face before she gasped, tapping my right shoulder repeatedly. “Hell, we need to delete all your social media accounts. I took her hand off my shoulder and raised my eyebrows in confusion. - Why? “Because you will be the target. The media will devour you when

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find out something about you, and so many haters will show up that you'll regret being alive. “Do you know what it's like to be targeted by them, Lauren? They are like a slow poison. You will marry Mason Campbell and all eyes will be on you now. “They will be alerted to your every move. they will point out all your mistakes and do everything to bring you down.

I was surprised at how calmly Beth was able to explain all when my insides were reeling with dread. Will this happen to me? “But I didn't ask for it. Beth stared at me for a moment, then laughed out loud. “Look at you, nothing has started and you're already taking it very seriously. Nobody will care, honey. "It's only a matter of time before word gets out. and you have to prepare. - As? — I paused. - How do I do that? - Is easy. Just block your eyes and ears and you'll be well. - Very good. — I pinched my cheeks to color and I ran my fingers through my curly locks of hair. “But shouldn't you advise me on how to survive with Mason?

His eyes danced with humor. “True, but I have no idea. She patted my arm. “You're on your own. I threw my hands up. — Beth! Really? tell me the stories about him again. What's he like?

“Mason Campbell,” she recited his name, taking a few seconds before starting again, “the stories about him are true, no lies. You already know he is big, violent and fearsome. “He is ruthless and shows no mercy to those who harm him and terrifies anyone who breathes.

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"Are you trying to scare me?" "But I knew he was all this. He was also fierce. He was like a lion, and soon I would live in the lion's den, be at his mercy. “You're already scared. She turned her bright eyes to me. “Promise me you'll at least seduce him. You know what they say - you can tame the beast. “Someone skipped their morning pills,” I said in disbelief, snorting in disgust at the idea of seducing him. “I will not seduce you. This isn't a real marriage, it's a deal, and seduction or anything else isn't going to happen. So, you'd better not touch on that subject anymore. “I'll just ignore him until the end of the year and get on with my life. “Mm,” Beth continued, not taking my word for it. — I think that's the responsible thing to do. The salesman handed Beth two bags. "Thanks," she muttered before we headed for the door, leaving the bakery.

"Sometimes I wonder why I listen to you," I complained, getting into the car.

She smiled at me. “Because I'm your best friend and you adore me. - It's not that. 'When are you going to see him?' she questioned as she started the engine, then headed for the road. “I'm meeting his lawyer tomorrow at four to review the contract,” I explained, feeling that it was all still a dream. — Mr. Campbell wants me to write my rules if I have them. She gave me a quick glance before her eyes went back to the road again. - You have?

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“I do, and I'm sure he has his own rules too. I don't know. I shrugged, glancing at my phone for his last message. My attorney will meet you at four o'clock at Campbell Corporation. Beth stopped at her family's house. It wasn't big and it wasn't small either. It was a beautiful house that had a lot of love for each other. other. The front door swung open before we got out of the car and the dark curls ran fast and flung themselves over Beth. who was taken by surprise, but smiled anyway. - You are here! the teenager sang, pulling away from the embrace. — Where's my cake?

Beth snorted. “I knew this reception was too good to be true. Stephanie smiled and looked my way. “Laurie told me to always welcome you like she missed you and I'd take something from you. She focused on me and cursed, “You bitch. I shot Beth's younger sister a disapproving look. “Really, Stephanie? Can't we keep things between us? I asked, shaking my head. “I thought I could count on you, girl. - I'm not a girl! She snapped at me, annoyed. I ignored her and headed for the front door. “You're only a few years older than I am. I turned and walked back, shrugging my shoulders with a smile. wry smile. “It doesn't change the fact that you're still a girl. Stephanie stomped her feet with a groan and marched right behind me. — Lauren! I'm so mad at you, honey. You haven't visited us in a long time. Beth's mom greeted, wrapping her arms around me.

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I closed my eyes and embraced the warmth of a mother I was deprived of. His voice sounded sincere and it made me feel unpleasantly guilty. “You have no idea how much I've missed you and your scolding, Leigh. It's just that things are difficult and I didn't have time to stop by. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling that my world was out of control and everything was happening so fast as if no one had mercy on me. “Mom, she just arrived. Leave her alone,” Beth chastised as she turned around and hugged her mother. The two parted before Leigh looked at her daughter. “I'm your mother, Beth, you can't tell me what to do. Hours later, the three of us were preparing dinner, Stephanie was at a friend's house and Daniel was in his room, playing video games. I was preparing the salad in silence, joining the conversation from Leigh and Beth only when they asked me a question. “Mom, you're never going to believe who Lauren is marrying. Leigh dropped the knife and looked at us in shock. "Is Lauren getting married?"

Beth smiled. “Mom, I assure you, that's not the shocking part. She is going to marry Mason Campbell. Her words hung in the air and I wondered why she was dropping that bombshell now when we hadn't discussed whether she was allowed to tell her mother or not. - What?! Leigh yelled, making me jump for being caught off guard. I ignored the startled look she still wore on her pale face as she leaned forward, keeping her attention on me. "Are you going to marry that famous man?" I heard

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correctly? He's a bad man, Lauren. She paused, letting her last words hang in the air. - How is this possible? "Where did you meet him and when did you two fall in love?" Are you sure you're not rushing? “Mother, breathe.

Even as I listened to the worried mother under her tone, I still smiled and blatantly lied, even though the dread was running up and down my spine. “Leigh, it's okay. I know who he is, and he never hid it from me. A big lie. I didn't know who Mason really was. I only knew the stories I'd heard about him and the days I'd spent in his presence. Even after that, I still couldn't quite define who he was. You couldn't really get to know Mason Campbell just by being in his presence, or by the stories being told. You couldn't know him just by looking into his eyes. There was no one who could tell who he was. To know him, you would need to get into his mind, his soul and see what's inside. You would have to take off the mask he wears all the time and prepare for the worst.

Clearly, this was something that would never happen.

“People exaggerate about him, but he's so thoughtful and kind and loving—those qualities are hard to find in a man these days. I love him. We love each other. Beth's eyebrows were so high you'd think they were about to escape her face. I gave her a penetrating look, one that clearly meant her lips needed to be closed.

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“Wow,” Leigh said. amazed. “Those are the words I never thought would be associated with him. Where did you meet? Panic began to rise in my chest. I tried to dodge this question for the first time because I didn't knew what to say. What lie did he need to tell her to convince her? It never crossed my mind that this was an important issue. Everyone would like to know how we met. How about saying I went to his office and almost got killed by his men, so we fell in love? I could see the weird looks I would get from everyone. But I put my fear aside and decided to say something or Leigh would do anything to save me from being married to him if she felt the fear or heard the disgust in my voice. I couldn't put her in that situation when I knew it wasn't going to end well for us. - At the cafe. It was so cliché, actually. - I laughed. “We bumped into each other and I spilled coffee on him. He hates coffee.

“I offered to dry-clean his suit, but instead he asked for my number and that was it.

Leigh looked like she was trying so hard to believe my words, judging by her frown. "I can't imagine this happening," she said, making my heart race in my chest for fear of being discovered. "Mother, if she said that's what happened, then that's it," Beth added, and I gave her an approving smile. “Of course not. I believe you. She touched my arm. I blinked back with gleam in my eyes. — Whatever it is you need, never hesitate to ask me. “We are family.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her in thanks. After dinner, Beth and I went up to her old room, the

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room I'd slept in so many times I couldn't count, where we'd talk about boys and cry and laugh about our relationships. That was once our sanctuary. I stared at the pink walls, the old single bed, the Harry Poer posters and the pictures hanging on the wall. And our favorite place; the bay window. “Damn, we've spent years gossiping here,” Beth said beside me, a smile on her face. “It was nice, wasn't it? “Good times, friend,” I replied, moving to the bay window. “I can't believe this is where we decided we wanted to change the world. How silly we were. “We weren't silly, Lauren. We were just teenagers with big dreams. I smiled. “If only they could see us now. They would know that it's not a good idea to dream big, to wish for something that would never happen. — Lauren...

I faced her. “I'm serious, Beth. Having big dreams is a poison.

I kept my back to her as I opened the window. Then I stretched out my left foot first and the other before stepping out onto the roof. I lay there with my jaw clenched and looked out into the misty night, the glow of distant stars twinkling in the black sky. Beth came out and joined me on the roof. “You know what I miss most about our childhood? This... standing here on the roof, looking up at the sky. I miss you so much,” I said, finally welcoming the night chill on my face. “And you sneaking around here when your parents were fighting and we were here all night trying to find a solution to fix their relationship. I remembered those days when my parents fought so much

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and I ran to ask Beth for help. Something wasn't right between them, I knew that, but I didn't know the full story. All I knew was that it had been my mother's fault, all along. Dad had promised he would pass. That never happened, and that woman walked out of our lives. In the blink of an eye, it was all gone.

I let out a ragged breath, a wave of sadness tightening my chest. “Some things can't be fixed. Beth didn't say anything. My stone expression must have expressed what she already knew.

'Remember Dave Smith?' I made an ugly face. "That idiot from high school?" The one who chased me? She giggled. — Yes, himself. I heard he is living in the US now and is on Broadway. “Wow, good for him. And what about Elizabeth Snow? Is it true that she has a bakery in Manchester? Beth nodded. “That girl felt like a queen back then and swore she would be a model or actress.

“We all knew that wasn't going to happen. — We laughed. “Our friend Rebecca, the one who used to cover for us in gym, just gave birth to her twins. “I tried to be happy for her. “Life goes on for people. “We ended up fine, Laurie. - Same? I asked, my gaze almost burning the air. - I do not. Everyone has a great life. I'm not upset or anything. I'm glad for everyone that things are going well for them, but I must be the unlucky one.

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“My own mother has abandoned us, my father is dying, and I'm going to marry the man I don't like. "Hey, at least he's handsome and rich!"

I rolled my eyes. “Who cares,” I muttered under my breath. We continue to look at the sky. - You come with me? - You are crazy? she asked with a nod. “There's no way I'm going to get stuck between the two of you with so much tension. I can't handle all the pressure. I will melt. “Okay,” I said, the unmistakable sheen of tears not very far away. - I'm going alone. Beth looked sharply at me. - You are crying? she asked in amazement. "Why are you crying for God's sake?" Why did I refuse to go? It's not even that serious. “No, you idiot, that's not it,” I said in dismay, the tears I'd been struggling to keep at bay, streaming down my face. “I just realized I don't need to eat the food you cook. That earned me a smack on the arm as we both laughed and Beth's own eyes filled with tears, and with an inarticulate murmur, she gave me a side hug. "I'm going to miss a roommate." The apartment will be very quiet without you. Struggling to control myself, eventually made my tears stop, my breath coming out in quick little sobs. “And only for one year, Bethany. It's not forever. “Yeah, or I can always move in with you two. “I can already see Mason's face if I suggest it. - I laughed when a little spurt of joy returned. She bit her lip. 'Should I pack my bags?'

— Beth. - I'm just kidding.

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I smiled, and we both continued to stare at the sky, wondering how fast time passes in the blink of an eye. And I knew, my marriage to Mason wasn't permanent, and I would look back in a year and realize there was nothing to worry about.

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Chapter 14 I didn't understand why Mason wanted to marry me if he was just going to hide me from everyone if his nomination to secretly put me inside Campbell Industry without anyone knowing said otherwise. There were two reasons for this.

Either he didn't want people to know he was going to marry me, some so-and-so, or he didn't want the media to fall on us when things weren't official yet. And I, for one, didn't want to be there when that happened. His private bodyguard, who I later discovered was called Coop, was the one who escorted me through a secret hidden entrance to Campbell Industry. No one would have guessed where it was.

It was actually very smart of Mason. As we made our way to the conference room where I would meet his lawyer, I continued chanting a mantra that gave me enough courage to move my legs. I'm brave. I'm brave. I'm brave. I was really going to do that, kiss my life goodbye for a year. It was really scary to think about. I wouldn't just marry with a powerful man, but the media would be watching me. The thought was really scary, not being able to have privacy and having your life open all the time. I didn't know how I was going to handle it. A sweat formed on my forehead as I stopped outside the meeting room. I counted to ten before Coop opened the door and stepped back, leaving me

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enter alone. I located him right away.

He stopped in front of the window, his broad back greeting me. When he heard the sound of the door closing, he turned and smiled at me. — Hello, Ms. Hart,” he greeted, extending his hand. “It's nice to finally meet you. Max Wynward. I squeezed his hand hard before dropping mine to my side again. “Hello, please call me Lauren. You must be Mr. Campbell. “I think it would be wise to call him by his first name, since you two are getting married and don't want to slip in front of anyone. That is, anyone who didn't know about her fake marriage. That meant everyone except his lawyer, but he was right. I should get used to calling Mason by his first name. I blushed and sat on the seat.

— Can we review the contract? I shook my head when he handed me a black folder. “Look at it and see if there's anything that needs to be changed.

I read the contract five times, and Mr. Wynward was patient the enough to let me reread it several times. Everything seemed to be in perfect order and well written.

It was stipulated in the contract that the marriage would last only one year and a large sum of money that I would receive later, for which my eyes almost jumped to zero. - All very well?

I looked up so fast, nearly breaking my neck in the process. Mason was sitting across from me, next to Mr. Wynward

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in his perfectly designed suit. Where did this man come from?

I've been so engrossed in reading each sentence carefully so I don't miss no problem I didn't notice when he walked in or sat down.

Grateful not to lose my cool in front of the two of them, I wiped my sudden dry throat “Yes, everything seems to be fine so far,” I replied, my eyes connecting with his.

My heart was already pounding and the urge to get out of there proved to be almost overwhelming.

"And your conditions, have you stated them?" — Mr. Wynward questioned. - Almost. I wet my dry lips before starting. “I want to be able to go wherever I want and I don't want you to force me to go anywhere I don't want to. “We don't want to force ourselves to do anything.

“I agree,” Mason replied. “My father,” I said, trying not to show any emotion. "You'll take care of him, right?"

- Undoubtedly.

I was very shocked at how quickly and easily he accepted my second condition and almost showed it on my face, but even so, I proceeded with caution. “And the sleeping arrangements,” I paused, shifting my seat when his gaze narrowed on me. — We slept in different rooms. “I agree,” he said. - Anything else?

- I want to work. I can't be cooped up at home all year and do nothing. I am an independent woman and I would like to continue to be. He thought about it for a second before replying dryly, “I'll see what I can do about it. Although

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working here is definitely out of the question. Well, I didn't expect to keep my job here. I swallowed hard and had to swallow hard to keep my voice steady. “We will not share any physical relationships. This, not surprisingly, was what made him stop. I noticed how he was suppressing the urge to twitch his left eye. "You'll never have to worry about that, Ms. Hart. “Of course,” I replied. A sudden image of his big, hard hand tracing a slow finger along the line of my jaw, down the center of my throat, then along my cleavage from shoulder to shoulder crept into my mind. Where did that come from? Definitely being in Beth's presence, her stupid words ended up going to my head. I pushed the thought, or any other inappropriate thoughts of Mason, out of my head. “And uh…” I trailed off, keeping my lips closed. "Speak now, Miss. Hart, or forever shut up. I was really having a hard time keeping the air in and

out of my lungs. "I know it's a marriage contract, but if you respect and not betray me until the year is over, that would be great.

His eyes narrowed with grim determination. “Of course you missed the part where I said women aren't in my plans,” he replied. “Besides, I'm not the cheating kind of man. “When I love a woman, my heart will be forever attached to her. Wow.

I shuddered, for no man's words ever sounded so sincere as his.

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My head spun in circles. The woman who ends up being loved by Mason Campbell was a true winner. He would truly love her, unconditionally. Okay, mister in love, how could you know that? Because even the toughest men could end up falling for a woman. Mr. Wynward cleared his throat, looking quite uncomfortable with Mason's words. He's not the only one, I wanted to scream. - That's it? Don't you have anything else to add?

I shook my head. - No, that's all. Mason's penetrating gaze lingered on my face, and my stomach twisted and melted into a great hot puddle of sensation. I put my hand over my face, trying to block it. If I was feeling the slightest bit attracted to him, it was a big red light that said I needed to get laid and fast to stop having these thoughts. Nothing good would come from wanting a man who would never want you back. “Are you listening, Lauren? — Mr. Wynward asked me, raising his eyebrows in question. “She has this habit of not listening and losing focus in a meeting. - Yes sure. I'm listening. I struggled to wipe the color from my face, ignoring Mason's little comment. “I'm sorry, go ahead. “And also her habit of apologizing when it's not necessary. - Mason, - advertiu of Sr. Wynward. “You would do well to remember that Lauren is helping you and not the other way around. You must strive to be kind.

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I was really surprised by the courage of Mr. Wynward. I admired her courage in saying it to Mason's face. I had total respect for that guy. Mason rolled his eyes, but he didn't seem angry with him. “Do you have a condition, Mason? “I know you women talk a lot. I scoffed at his words, wanting to ask him what he had against women. “You shouldn't blurt out about our marriage being a contract. “Not now, not after the end of the year. “My best friend knows,” I admitted. "Did you tell your friend?" A glint of anger burned in his steely eyes. — The deal is off. He made a move to get up, but Mr. Wynward held him. “Don't do something you'll regret. “I'm sorry, but she's my best friend. I don't keep secrets from her. She won't tell anyone, I swear! His features were etched in sarcastic disapproval. "And should we take your word for what?" “Because I'm not lying! I snapped with a look. My eyes snapped to his with a challenge. "And neither do you," said Mr. Wynward with a small smile, looking at your customer. "Do you have anything else to add?" — A nod of head was Mason's reply. — Lauren?

“No,” I said, taking comfort in the fact that I was at least able to set my terms and it eased my worry a little. I looked up and found myself again looking at the unyielding gray depths of his eyes.

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“Are we done now? he asked with an almost growl. It was very clear that he wanted to be anywhere but here with me. "Did you get what you wanted?" His eyes darkened. “We both got what we wanted,” I corrected flatly, not missing a chance to remind him that I wasn't the one making the rules. “So we sealed the deal. After Mr. Wynward set the conditions, he passed me a pen and pointed to where I was going to sign. With my hands shaking, I signed in two places. A sacrifice was made. Someone burst through the door uninvited and we all turned our heads towards the door. It was Aaron. He was shocked to see me, but he quickly took his eyes off me and focused on his employer. “Sir,” he said breathlessly. "We don't know who called them here, but they are there..." - They? — Mr. Campbell asked with a raised eyebrow. “It's chaos out there. We called security, but they won't leave, sir. 'Aren't they leaving?' Who are you talking about? “The media, sir,” Aaron replied, swallowing hard in fear. "Have they heard that you're getting married?" Not just me, even Mason reacted. His nostrils flared and he rose abruptly from his chair, seething with rage. And I, on the other hand, started freaking out. His furious gaze landed on me, a dark look in his cold eyes. He looked absolutely huge when he was angry. His chest swelled up and down, his anger evidently clear.

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His body was curled up and ready to jump. "Do you still think we should trust her, Max?" "He threw a accusing look in my direction. - What? – I asked, astonished. “Do you think I had something to do with it? He raged: — I wouldn't be surprised. I gritted my teeth and fury washed over me.

“I've been here with you. When did you see me calling the damn media? You just want someone to blame. “You might have called them on the way here. I stared at your disbelief. — Okay, enough. We all knew this would happen sooner or later — Mr. Wynward spoke, then looked at Aaron. “You deal with the media before we get there. Aaron nodded before giving me one last curious look and leaving. “We have to deal with the media now, Mason. You will have to introduce your bride to the world. My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn't ready yet. Should I act like I love him in front of the whole country? Tension coursed through my body, weakening me to my knees. Mason muttered some curses and ran his fingers through his hair. Looking at me, he said coldly, “Shall we? My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding, but you wouldn't have noticed. I tried desperately to remember exactly what Beth had told me if I ever faced the world. “You're going to be Mason Campbell's wife, so you need to show the world that you're a strong woman. Always keep your head up and mask your emotions. Don't show them that you're nervous or scared.

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Okay, don't show emotions. Head up. I understood.

When we got to reception, all eyes were on us. I saw Athena and Aaron having a muffled conversation, and the moment they looked my way, I looked away, unable to meet their eyes. The double doors opened and we stepped out, flashes immediately blinding my eyes. Reporters were taking pictures nonstop and it was all too much for me. I hated being in the spotlight. I found myself obsessed with the urge to jump madly into the street and run with all my might. But one arm slowly wrapped around mine and the grip on my elbow tightened, as if in warning. I decided almost bitterly that he had no trouble guessing my intention. — Mr. Campbell, is it true that you are suddenly getting married? — Mr. Campbell, what can you tell us about your marriage? — Sr. Campbell. — Mr. Campbell, what do you have to say? - When is the wedding? — Who is the bride? And Chloe West? The woman they say you dated? Questions kept being thrown at us from all angles. But I seemed to be the only one petrified. — Gentlemen, please. All of a sudden everything was quieted by Mason's authoritative voice, but the camera flashes didn't stop. I thought at the end of that, I might end up blind. - Thanks. It is with great pleasure that I announce my marriage to my fiancée.” He turned to look at me with a smile that was more blinding than the camera flashes.

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— Lauren Hart. The cameras turned on me as everyone snapped my picture with the fakest smile I hoped looked real enough for them. - MS. Hart, here! Did you set the wedding date? - One reporter asked me. My chest hit hard. “Yes, love, do you want to do the honors of sharing the news? I faced the bevy of reporters waiting for my answer and wondered if Beth was laughing her head off right now. “It's two weeks from now,” I yelled, flashing a smile at the cameras. I wasn't sure if that was really the date. Mason said the wedding would be in two weeks, so I assumed he would keep his word. Unless he'd changed the date. - MS. Hart, being married to one of the most eligible bachelors must be fantastic and pretty scary considering your position and power, how do you feel about being Mrs. Mason Campbell? “Is it something you can handle? Her question was annoyingly similar to the one Beth asked me one time.

I nervously laughed at the reporter, casting a quick glance at Mason, whose eyes were glistening with dishonesty. “I think it's a dream come true,” I replied, my smile deepening. “The dream of being able to marry the love of my life, and Mason is that person. So I don't think I'm going to worry about being his wife. I was good at conversation, but probably the worst actress. Mason chose that moment to lean his face close to the my ears and brush his lips against my flushed cheek. A cascade of shivers raced through my brain first, and seductively delicious tingles tingled each

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centimeter of my body. He withdrew and smiled at me. My jaw nearly dropped in shock and my fingers almost reached the place he kissed to stop the remaining tingle. I almost gave myself away. Truth be told, I would ignore the allure of his defined body, the aura of his power boiling under his strong features, the intensity of his voice and those silver eyes of his. It wouldn't do me any good if I kept obsessing over him. “Thank you so much for coming, but we have to go now. We have the wedding preparations to begin. Let's go, love? We step away from the cameras to go back inside the company. Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths of the cool, moist air until we were safe inside. I made an excuse to find Athena and Aaron. Looks were being cast at me everywhere I went and they weren't good. I think I appreciated the looks I got on my first day more. I knew what they were all thinking and saying. I was a gold digger who was after Mason's money. I blackmailed him into marrying me. I was pregnant with your child. All these kinds of thoughts and more would cross their minds. I knew how gossip worked and how people's minds worked if they couldn't figure it out. They would do anything to tarnish your name, even if the truth was right in your face. They just wanted someone to blame. Someone blocked my path and I discovered it was Jade. She looked absolutely furious because I could see the veins popping in her forehead. "Are you going to marry Mr. Campbell?!

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I sighed. - Yes I will. His eyes widened. His lips worked, but no sound came out. “I'm sorry,” I apologized. “I know how much you like him. She straightened with a strangled cry. "How can a nobody like you manage to marry him?" I really understand what she was feeling. she was hurt and attacking me. It was totally understandable and I felt really bad. Even though I never liked Jade for obvious reasons, I could never wish for her to get hurt—physically or emotionally. “Jade, lower your voice. Everyone is listening. I said softly, trying to get her not to scream anymore and get fired, and then blame me. It was as if she had forgotten where she was. His face was red. "I won't be quiet!" You think you're better than me,” she burst out, angry tears blurring her eyes. — Jade! Athena snapped, forcing her away from me. His own face was a shade of red. "This is Mr. Campbell, are you crazy? — Yes, I'm crazy! she yelled wildly. "How can she marry him?" She is nothing and came from nothing! She is a simple woman who is not on his level! Is it over there... WAY! My hands flew to my mouth with a sigh. — Athena! - MS. Walker! “Someone boomed from behind. We turned to see Mason and the anger that was reflecting in his eyes. My goodness.

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Why did he have to show up now? My God.

- MS. Walker,” he repeated, looking at Athena, who looked down at the floor. His voice sent chills down my spine. “You broke one of Campbell Industry's rules which stated that no physical fighting should take place in the building. Are you aware of what you did? I got tense. Athena's face was devoid of emotion as she replied, "Yes, Mr. Campbell, I'm well aware of the rules. — And Mrs. Willow, do you have anything to say about yourself? His tone indicated that he'd heard every word she said about me. Jade's muscles tensed. 'N-no, sir.

“I'll leave you two with a warning. The first. My body relaxed and I could finally breathe well. Jade's muscles seemed to sag at his words. Mason gave him a look of such darkness that I shivered. "Who I married is none of your business, and it's not your job to give your opinion, Mrs. Willow. Lauren is going to be my wife, and if you can't respect her like you respect me, you'll be cut off from your job. I hope you understand this. Now, get back to work. Jade nodded and ran to obey. Mason glared at Athena the longest, as she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "You and I are going to have a long talk about your behavior, Athena,” he said, looking disappointed. She smiled. - What? No aunt? I smothered a laugh, watching him face her again. Mr. Wynward approached Mason, patted his shoulder and shook his head toward an office just ahead.

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“A word with you in private, please. “Ladies,” he said before turning around. I watched the two men leave with worried eyes before moving my gaze to Athena. - I need to talk to you. I expected her to angrily reject me, but she surprised me by pulling me into a hug. “I have a lot of work right now. But I'll call you later and we meet somewhere. - Sure, no problem. She hugged me again and then walked away, walking in another direction. I sighed and walked towards the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor. I was ready to call it a day.

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Chapter 15 Coop ran to open the door for me, stepping to the side to let me down. I smiled politely at him, despite feeling so uncomfortable and new to this. Who would have thought I'd get someone to open the door for me, let alone be in such a beautiful car? I always thought I would resort to watching them pass me by, teasing me. I'd already told Coop I didn't need him to open the door for me, but he said it was his duty to do it for Mason's fiancée. I still wasn't comfortable with that word. It was so weird to hear people call me Mason's fiancee and I didn't think it was something I would get used to easily. Eventually I would have to accept it and live with it. “Here, ma'am. And the boss. Have a good night, ma'am. Coop handed me a small black bag before shaking his head and heading back to his car, driving away. I held the bag that didn't weigh much as I entered the lobby and pressed a button that would take me to my floor. I used my key and inserted it into the keyhole, shoving to open it before entering. "There's my celebrity friend!" Beth exclaimed, her face splitting into a wide smile. She jumped up to me and grabbed my hand, dragging me to sit on the couch while she turned on the TV. Immediately, news broke, covering Mason Campbell's engagement. She switched to another channel, and they were showing the same thing. My face was on every channel.

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I felt so overwhelmed. All I wanted to do was dig a hole and bury myself in it. I would have preferred that to the life I was thrown into. Correction: The life I threw myself into. “Everyone knows you now,” she commented happily. Obviously Beth would find emotion in that, because she wasn't the one dealing with it. I don't understand why so many people get excited about something that happens to you when you're barely excited about it. They might think it was a good thing, but not everything turns out exactly the way we want. "How did they get this picture of me?" I asked, surprised that they were showing my driver's license photo that was taken three years ago. I wasn't ugly to her. I looked the same as now. I didn't look at Beth to see the deep shade of red that was now covering her pale cheeks. “I sent it to the media. Do not look at me like that! “They would have dug up an ugly picture of you and shown it to the

world. Imagine if they had your yearbook picture. You had braces and two pimples on your forehead. I did you a big favor. “Gee, thanks,” I replied sarcastically. “Did you know my phone has been blowing up since it was announced on the news? “Even our old friends from high school called. They all wanted to see us. I snorted. “That's right,” she continued with scorn. “When you get famous, suddenly everyone wants to go out with you. They called your phone, but you didn't answer. I looked at my phone and realized it was muted. - He must have run out of battery.

—And I don't even tell you about Zack, the owner of the apartment.

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He came over and told me not to worry about next month's rent if he was invited to the wedding. Can you believe the audacity of this man? “I would have slammed the door in his face if I wasn't afraid of being kicked out. I huffed loudly this time, shaking my head in disbelief. "Are people really like that?" God they are so horrible. “Everyone wants something from you, and these are the people who wouldn't blink and pretend not to see you.

She patted my back. “Believe it, sweetheart. How are you feeling? I leaned back on the couch, the TV forgotten in the background.

- Overloaded. I still can't believe this is happening. Everything is happening so fast. - So it is! I really thought that when we decided to get married, it would be four or five years from now. But your wedding is in two weeks, Laurie. It's surreal. I let out a sigh. - Do not tell me that. Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. His eyes caught sight of the small bag I'd forgotten about. - What is it? she asked, picking it up. “It's Mason's. Beth pulled out a black velvet box that suspiciously looked a little like what I thought it was. She slowly opened the box and a large diamond ring looked out. for us. Our mouths dropped. “Wow,” she finally said, amazed. Beth pulled out the ring and twirled it between her fingers. “This is real, Lauren. Holy crap. It is huge! I tore my eyes away from the expensive ring, not letting myself be drawn to it. I wouldn't use it because it wasn't my type. I liked something that wasn't too flashy and attractive.

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“I'm not even upset that your future husband had the audacity to send the driver to give you your engagement ring. It completely erased his guilt in my eyes. “Oh my god, Lauren. I rolled my eyes at her. Well I didn't expect Mason to kneel down and ask to marry, or give me himself. I picked up a beautiful card that had your beautiful handwriting on it.

Lauren, Your engagement ring. If the diamond is small, Coop will take you to exchange it to your liking. Mason Campbell. “I can't believe him,” I muttered, squeezing the paper into a ball and flinging it across the wall. "Who the hell does he think he is?" Beth looked at me with amusement. “Do I need to say this again? I looked at her. - No, thank you. "When can I officially meet you?" - In the wedding.

“Oh, come on, Lauren,” she whimpered, pouting a little. - I'm your best friend. I should have a face-to-face conversation with Mason. A smile affected my face and I arched an eyebrow. — Do you want to have a face to face with him? Just you two? She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, puffing out her chest. “I'm not afraid of him, and yes, I need to approve of your relationship before you marry him. - Perfect! I exclaimed, getting up to grab the charger from my room. “Let me call him and set up a meeting for the two of you. He won't say no to that.

- Your cow! Beth hovered over me, trying to get my phone out. “I was just kidding, but apparently it sucked your sense of humor.

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I laughed. “I was just doing what my best friend wanted. She looked at me. — Stop it, Laurie. Hitting me with a pillow, she marched back into the living room to watch TV again.

“Guess who isn't going to be your maid of honor? “This is not my real wedding!

- Course is! Just don't come to me when you fall in love with him, full of regrets for not planning your perfect wedding! She shot back. “Well, if that happens, we can always plan another one! Beth turned sharply and smiled at me, raising her eyebrows even higher. Realizing what I said, I hit myself. 'It doesn't mean anything!' It was just - UGH! - I said nothing.

- Cow! Chapter 16 Athena didn't call me until four hours later, when she'd already forgotten we were going to meet to talk. She left work early and invited me to a bar. I found her feeling very nervous, which was ridiculous because she was my friend and there was no reason to be nervosa.

I just had no idea if I should tell her the truth or the lies we were feeding everyone. If it was someone else, I'd be sure they wouldn't know nothing about our contract, but Athena was related to Mason. If I lied to her when she already knew the truth, she wouldn't would trust me again.

She was sitting at the table in the back when I approached her. - I'm late? “No, I was early,” Athena countered lazily as she stretched her legs out in front of her and

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arched an eyebrow at an empty chair in front of her. - What are you drinking? I asked, pointing to the purple drink she was drinking. "Is it as good as it looks?" - Much. — She called a waiter and ordered the exact same drink. Athena put down her drink and looked at me. she was looking for something on my face? Why else would she be looking at me like that?

"So… you and Mason…" she stopped, a thoughtful expression on her face. - So it is. It happened so quickly. So I was trying to lie and I hoped I didn't look like a deer about to be run over. - Oh, really? she asked with a weak smile and took a sip of her drink. 'So how did it start?' And I told her the same thing I told Beth's mom, and the only problem this time was that I didn't sound convincing, not even to my own ears. Athena's brows tensed with each word. - Oh, really? That sounds romantic. Speaking of romantic, where did he take her on their first date? “I hope it's that restaurant on Elx Street, because Mason always wanted to have a first date there. “Yes, that was the one. I smiled, agreeing with something that I didn't even know it existed until now.

Was she sure there was a restaurant on Elx Street? 'Cause I could swear I've walked that street many times and I didn't find a restaurant. - What did you eat? “Shrimp,” I blurted out without a second thought. She frowned. "But I thought he hated fruit of the mar.

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I looked at his puzzled face and laughed nervously, mentally hitting me for being so stupid. — I had shrimp alone and he had a salad.

It was easier to lie to Beth's mother, but Athena was making it very difficult with their endless questions. I felt that this was an interrogation I had never prepared for. She looked at me before bursting into laughter. When stopped, she wiped a tear under her eyelashes. “You're the worst liar ever, and by the way, there's no restaurant on Elx Street. I was fooling you and you fell right. I could only imagine how red my face was now, if I could get a look through the glass window. “Damn it, I knew you were deceiving me. “Tell me what's going on. Mason is blackmailing you? Is that why you agreed to marry him? It wasn't exactly blackmail, we were just two people helping each other. “Of course not,” I replied, my voice trying to sound like humor. "Do I look like the kind of woman who gets blackmailed easily?" Yes. "Then why are you two getting married?" - She asked. Her voice suggested confusion and annoyance—probably irritated that she couldn't figure out why. A frown appeared on her face, and Athena frowned and watched me. “You have to understand my curiosity and confusion, Lauren. “Mason hates women and would never think of marrying anyone. In fact, I knew he hated women because he'd been blunt about it, for what reason, I didn't know. he looked

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someone who had been hurt and had his heart broken by a woman. But when I remember it was Mason I was talking about, I laughed and dismissed that ridiculous theory. “I feel like I should tell you, but then we'll both have to face him. You should talk to him. I'm sorry, but I really can't, even if I wanted to. She nodded in understanding. At least she was sincere. Who else would understand my situation better than Mason's aunt? She knew who he was and what he was capable of. Challenge him and you will meet his wrath.

“He's controlling you somehow,” she observed. “Yes, but between the two of us, this marriage won't last two years. She giggled. “I wouldn't be shocked. But I have

that warn her about what you're getting into. “I already know the kind of man Mason is. Do you think I'm not ready? Athena shook her head. “I'm not talking about Mason,” she replied, then paused, seeming to take her time taking a sip of her drink. “I'm talking about his family. If you think Mason is bad, wait until you meet them. My eyes widened. I never stopped to think about his family and what kind of people they could be, but if they were as bad as Mason, or even worse, as Athena was implying, I would choose to lock myself away and hide from them. However, that would never be an option.

'What are they like?' I asked, hoping my voice wouldn't came out as weak as I thought. “Your father is a controlling idiot, your cousins more idiotic. Your sisters are complete bitches and will probably skin you

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live and wear your skin. My sister is the worst. “She's a cold bitch who will definitely bury you alive with her steely eyes and cold words. I understood that she was talking about his mother, and nothing she said calmed me down at all. In fact, my anxiety grew to the point where I wanted to throw up. “But that's just me saying it in a nice way,” she added, emptying her glass before ordering a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Fuck, I think I need something stronger. She laughed at my expense and asked for a strong liqueur, which I didn't miss.

more time swallowing and feeling it burn my throat. “Relax Lauren, it looks like you're going to have a panic attack. I shot her a deep look. “Well, I'm sorry if I'm trying to understand this unexpected information. - What did you expect? Rainbows and unicorns? New: Rich families are not like normal families. They are full of horrible, manipulative people. "Is that why Mason is like this?" Because he grew up in a vile environment? “I was really starting to sympathize with him.

All this time, I thought he was doing it on purpose, and because he could, but to think that he'd lived his whole life with people like that, it was really sad. Athena laughed again. It seemed to be the only thing she was doing. “Don't be fooled. No one can change you but yourself, Lauren. …Look, the only time you might end up meeting the Campbells would be at the wedding, and you might not have to deal with their shit when you're too busy being a newlywed. So calm down. —

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“When you say that and include the newlywed in it, it just makes you more nervous. I let out a sigh. - So tell me. Who is going to hate me the most? I really hoped she wouldn't say anything, but the chance of that happening was slim. I had to know who would hate me the most to avoid them. - All of them. - What? - All of them. When she noticed my blank face, she repeated it. “I said all of them. I'm trying to turn this into a

word so you don't have to choose, because everyone can hate you. “You're dating Mason, after all. He is the star of the family. I could feel my eyes bulging. - I really hate when you tell me cold hard facts. “You can only get that from me. I'm not going to soften anything,” she declared, looking immensely pleased. "Are you close to your family?" I decided to snoop around, trying to get to know her better, but really, I wanted to take my mind off the fact that Mason's family might hate me. I'd like to express my concern to him in hopes that he'd call off the wedding, but I knew Mason wouldn't give a damn. I could hear his annoying voice in my head saying, “Being an adult means being able to handle criticism. But whether you want to move forward and follow the path of fear is up to you. "You mean Mason's family?" I shook my head, noticing how she called them, as if not were her family.

Athena shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, they're not a flower to smell, but they're tolerable. It's mostly women you need to avoid. - I know. It's always the women who are impossible.

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“Yes, when we smell a threat, we try to bite first. Speaking of bite, can we have lunch tomorrow? I want to know more about my future niece. I cringed and frowned.

“Please never say that word again. Athena raised an eyebrow and seemed to be enjoying herself. “You don't want this, do you? - I want to. She tried to examine my eyes, but I was mildly interested in the bottle in front of her. “He offered you something,” she finally said, figuring it out. “Something you couldn't refuse. “He's very good at doing business. I grunted in agreement. Much of what Athena said was true. There were countless times I watched Mason give his partners or rivals choices, a tough choice they couldn't refuse, even though the odds weren't favorable for some of them. As once, he gave Connor Julian the choice of letting him buy his company and still be the CEO or watch it burn to the ground. At that time, I was very disappointed in Connor Julian for sell the company he built with his own hands. And then, I discovered when I accepted Mason's own deal with me that it had been a good deal for Julian. I was doing the same thing as him. For something we both love. “But sometimes it's good to get away from it. Even if it's a good deal. The warning was evident in his voice. I smiled at her, determined to act as natural as possible. “There's a saying in my book, Lauren, that you can't always trust the words of a man with power, with tattoos and, oh. yes, arrogant people. “So basically Mason.

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“Especially my nephew. Don't trust him. “Wait…tattoos? Mason doesn't. — Mmm. She took a sip of her drink with a smirk. My eyes widened. — Shit, where?! Do you perfect and better than everyone else have a tattoo? - I laughed. - I can not believe this. You have to tell me where he has the tattoo, Athena. “You'll see when you get married. “Honestly, you're no good. - I am the best. I couldn't stop thinking about Mason's tattoo and what type he had, and where he had it. This sudden obsession with knowing made me think of ways to look at it. If I were direct and asked, my head would no longer be attached to my body. And I knew there was no way Mason would want to be in my presence after the wedding. Could your tattoo have any meaning? Was it big? It was small? This was really killing me.

Damn Athena for bringing this up. I've never been this obsessed with anything... but when something concerns Mason, I feel the need to know. And if it killed me, I would find out.

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Chapter 17 Why is it that every time you sleep peacefully, something or other has to wake you up? As for me, it was my annoying phone. I must learn to turn it off. I was going to ignore it or throw it away, but it kept ringing and ringing, several times. I grabbed it from under my pillow and opened one eye, staring at the caller ID. I groaned and put the phone on silent, rolling over in bed to go back to sleep. Fuck Mason. He never called on time. He always had to ruin my sleep over something completely stupid. I would bet on anything he was calling me to say something that could be said the next day. He was acting like an impatient idiot, or like he had no tomorrow to live for. Whatever he had to say to me could be said the next day. This time, I would go to sleep. He could turn into the Hulk and I wouldn't mind. His anger was no match for my love for my warm bed. I woke up to Beth pounding on the door mercilessly and groaned, burying my head in the pillow. When I didn't respond, she took it upon herself to get the extra key and opened the door, stepping inside. “Lauren, get up.

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she had. “Lauren, I'm not kidding,” she said, sounding serious. “Get up and come see for yourself. Unless the apartment was on fire, I had no interest in nothing.

But if my fiancé showed up at our door wearing a pink dress and matching heels, that was something I would love to see and definitely never would. - What time is it? I finally asked, without lifting my head. I knew it was too soon, but what I didn't know was that it was too soon. - This matters? Your fiancé's driver is sitting next to you from outside our building. - What?! It made me jump up, any trace of sleep completely erased by this little bit of information. I looked out the window and found Mason's car outside the building. What the hell was Coop doing here? "How long has he been down there?" She shrugged. “A while, probably. Do you know Why is he here? Because? A lightbulb flashed through my head and I turned away from the window.

— Where's my phone? Beth waved at her hand and I grabbed it, biting my bottom lip as I unlocked the phone. There were ten missed calls and six messages from Mason. I stumbled back and my ass hit the bed, my eyes scanning the messages. Wait this instant. The only purpose of phones is to answer calls, Lauren. Something that you are not noticing. I would answer my calls if I were you.

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I skipped the rest of his messages that involved him insulting my intelligence and stuff. The last message had my eyes popping out of their sockets and my jaw nearly dropping to the floor. Coop is downstairs waiting for you. You and I are leaving for a few days. The flight leaves at eight in the morning. You better not be late. Take little luggage. Anyway, it's up to me whether your bags come or not. — Oh, how exciting! Beth replied. She read the text over my shoulder. Only she would find that exciting. I wondered where the hell he wanted to take me, but I didn't want to be a part of it. Just because he was my fiancé didn't mean I trusted him not to get hurt. I wouldn't be foolish enough to go anywhere I didn't know about him. "Do you want me to help you pack?" Oh, Beth. Always the kind of friend who gets excited about anything and everything. “No, I won't. “I went to bed to go back to sleep, but it was Beth who pulled my arm back to her. She glared at me. - He is going yes. You will pack your bags and get in Mason's car. I pulled my arm away from her. "And have him kill me where my body won't be recovered?" No thank you. “For someone who claims to be an adult, sometimes you act like a child. Mason won't kill you, Laurie. "I'm sure he'll take you to an amazing place, and you wouldn't know that because you're being so silly right now! “And you're being so annoying,” I complained. “Listen to me,” she said in a serious tone. I couldn't remember the last time I'd heard Beth speak in that tone before. “You're going to marry him and live with him for a year. The more you challenge him, the more he will make your life hell when

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you go live with him. The best thing you can do is please him. “Don't do anything to irritate him and you will indeed live for a year in peace. There was a reason Beth was the smartest, though she rarely showed it. I couldn't look away from how right she was. If I was going to survive in the lion's den, I needed to know how to control it. If I couldn't tame him, I would at least calm the storm. She smiled in satisfaction as I grabbed my backpack and started packing some clothes. He said to take little or else I would lose everything. I snorted. That man was the most dramatic person I have ever met. AND to think your demands would be what I would listen to for a year. It would be a bad year, but one thing I was sure of: I would remind him that he was someone who didn't like to be controlled. Demand respect. Master it. He wouldn't treat me like his maid. I would be his wife, and no wife deserved to be trampled on by her husband. Respect and be respected. I apologized to Coop for the hundredth time. I felt so bad for keeping him waiting and being dragged away from his house in the middle of the night. I wanted to ask him if he had a family, but it really was none of my business. Although, curiosity was really killing me. Being dropped off at the airport with no explanation didn't seem like a good idea. I thought Coop was going to drop me there, but he came back five minutes later and escorted me inside, where Mason was waiting for us.

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Ever get that weird feeling when you've done something wrong and you're too afraid to face the consequences? That's how I felt the moment I was about to meet my fiancé. I wanted to turn around and run, but Lauren Hart wasn't a coward. Okay, maybe I was a little cowardly, but I wasn't going to hide from Mason. The Campbell logo was on the private plane Coop took me on. I knew I was about to take off in four minutes, so I was lucky to get there just in time. I had never been on a private plane before and let me tell you, i wish i could live in there forever. It was so beautiful and clean and shiny. It smelled like the expensive thing.

But something was missing: Mason. The sweet stewardess gave me a polite smile and asked if I wanted anything. I wanted to tell her to call her boss, but I didn't want her to twist my words and make her think I really liked Mason or wanted to see him. I just wanted to make sure he was on the plane, that he didn't bring me here just to watch the plane crash and say it was an accident as the pilot and flight attendants escaped. I relaxed in my seat, leaning my head back and enjoying the flight. I didn't sleep much during the day, but I could really take a nap to get rid of the boredom. And where was Mason? Having drunk too much water, my bladder screamed and I got up to go to the bathroom, only to come face to face with my fiance's steel wall. He towered over me like a shield protecting his country, his sweet minty scent hit my nose and made my head feel lighter. He always smelled amazing.

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Mason Campbell always made the air around me disappear and my lungs constrict. He had such an impact on my life and I just wish he didn't. I didn't want to look at him, because looking at him led me to inappropriate thoughts. I wanted to look away to avoid the damage it would do to me same if you continued to look.

Because Mason was blinding me. captivating.

He was a rare breed of human. He was like a drug you couldn't help but get addicted to. Was nice, but it was bad. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes betrayed me, and when his own eyes descended on me. annoyance. Irritation. Ferocity.

All of that was clear on his face and my stomach knotted up. Never once has anyone impacted me with just a look, and my lungs struggled for air. He finally avoided me and walked away without a word and I let out a hot breath I didn't realize I was holding. The urge to go to the bathroom wore off and I silently returned to my seat. It was weird for him not to say anything, or at least complain about ignoring her calls and being late. Anyway, I wasn't okay. Especially if he was ignoring me as he sat across from me. He was reading a book and I couldn't understand the title. mason wasn't wearing a suit and opted for casual. The black shirt he wore fell over his broad shoulders like

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a second skin, without a visible wrinkle, and the dark blue pants and black shoes looked good on him. I pursed my lips, studying him. He looked angry based on the way he gritted his teeth and turned the pages so brutally. I wanted to laugh. He was like a temperamental child. I got up from my chair and went to sit on the empty chair in front of him.

“I'm sorry,” I said, trying to cut through the tension between us. “I'm asking for a truce. “No word or hint that he heard me. I shouldn't be surprised. "I know I made a mistake... His velvety smooth voice hit me like a drug when he replied: — It's the first time. Irony. I understood.

“Maybe if you stopped calling me in the middle of the night, I wouldn't be pissing you off. If it had been any boyfriend of mine, I wouldn't have picked it up either, so it was no big deal. “Talking about a boyfriend when you've only had one. I frowned without him seeing it. “Oh, as if you took several, 'Mr. I hate women, they made me unhappy and angry,” I said sarcastically. “I'm none of those things you mentioned,” he spoke slowly in a lazy tone, turning another page of his book. “Please say that to someone who doesn't know you. But he didn't answer again, just focused his attention even more on his book. He gave no sign that he heard me. I was curious. What was he reading that was so important and what did he give his full attention to? - What are you reading? - A book.

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— Oh, go. I mean, what book are you reading? Without lifting his head to look at me, he spoke as his words cut me deep. It may not seem like he said much, but he did say a lot. “Don't worry about the title. The book is not something your little mind can understand, Lauren. It's best not to torture her. “Wow, I love it when you insult my intelligence,” I retorted sarcastically, trying to hide how hurt his words made me feel. Sarcasm was always helpful when I wanted to mask what I was feeling. "How does your ego fit inside your head?" He closed the book carefully, taking his time before his head rise for me. His eyes gleamed with a hidden emotion he was capable of. to keep hidden behind its cold exterior.

A lock of hair fell over her face and gave her a kind of wild, childlike look. My fingers itched to get it off. his face. “If you're bored, you can ask the flight attendant for a chessboard or you can use the emergency door.” He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes at me. “Whatever suits you best. His voice vibrated in my body and I scowled. “Just say you want me dead and walk away. It's not like you didn't bring me on this plane to kill me. It's best to get on with it here and now.

“I don't like to get my hands dirty. His voice was low and husky. “No, you'd rather get someone's hands dirty. That way you have nothing to do with it and you can escape prison. He snorted, and that was so weird for him that I had to turn around and make sure he had actually made that noise. It was true. He actually snorted.

“I'm not planning to kill you, Lauren. If I had wanted to, don't you think I would have done it the first time we met?

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We know? "And it gives me great satisfaction to know that it bothers you not to know where we're going." The intensity in his eyes made my heart uneasy. He really enjoyed teasing me. “Sick as fuck. - What did you say? ' he asked with a furious tone on his face. voice.

“I said, 'I'm going to play cards.' “I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. I remembered Beth's advice about not stepping out of line with him and

it felt like my job was going to get harder by the minute. The more time I spent in his presence, the more he made me want to throw sensible Lauren out the window, the one who wasn't foolish enough to bark in the lions' den. - Are you hungry?

A laugh bubbled from my lips. “Wow, I'm shocked. Mason Campbell really cares about a human being,” I said in surprise. “You really do have some humanity in you, after all. "If I knew that asking if you were hungry would bring out your dramatic side, I wouldn't have asked. “I'm not dramatic. “Your actions say otherwise. My jaw clenched. "You're annoying, Mr. Campbell. “That was weak. “I'll let you know when I start to care what you say. — Oh. come on, you shouldn't be saying that to your future wife. What would the media say about this? I asked with a wolfish smile. I knew which buttons to press. If there was one thing he didn't want to spoil, it was this engagement.

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“Tsk, I could be recording this conversation right now for everyone to hear. They would love it. His eyes narrowed and became more stern, as if he was trying to see the thoughts going through my head. — Dare you. - Do not tempt me.

- Please. His fierce eyes fixed me in place and my heart fluttered in my chest. An unattractive snort escaped me. “You keep dropping bombs on me today. I didn't know the word 'please' was in the Campbell dictionary. “You are full of surprises today, Mr. Campbell, but please take it easy with me. It's all a girl can take,” I said dramatically, placing my palm over my heart. He arched a perfect brow. “This just proves I'm right, once again. You are dramatic. Then he looked down, opened his book and decided he was done entertaining me. I regarded her vision with an innocent smile.

Scotland.

That's where he was taking me, but what was Scotland? I really thought he was taking me away but I should be happy to be close to home. Someone was waiting for us as we left the airport in a black Range Rover. It was a young man, dressed in a black suit who waved at us before opening the door. “Where are we really going? I asked him, looking out the window. The only time I was in Scotland was when I was a kid, and I had gone with my parents. Everything was vague, but I remembered something happening between my

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country. We had to leave earlier than we intended. “My house,” he replied humbly. - You go meet my family.

Surprised by his words, I turned my head to the left and gaped at him. - What? Are you taking me to meet your family? - Yes. My God! I wasn't ready. I couldn't meet Mason's family. I thought it would take longer. Hell, I didn't think I'd meet them so quickly. He should have told me so I could prepare. I was ready to disappear. I leveled him with a hard look. "Did you not think to let me know?" — I yelled. The gleam in his eyes, as if he'd somehow won, keeping me in the dark and shocking me with this news, made me want to throw him out of the car. - I warned. Right now. My jaw clenched and I was barely able to keep the wild words from leaving my lips. Breathe, Lauren, breathe. If I could handle Mason, I could handle those vultures. That simple. But my heart was pounding in my chest. “Why do we have to meet them now? Why not after the wedding? I asked lifting my chin. — My parents have something scheduled and won't be able to attend the wedding.

"What kind of parents don't go to their son's wedding?" This is the most important thing that is happening in your life. His eyes glowed with fire. "Perhaps we should ask them that?" remind them how your child is important and how selfish it is of them to miss it. I regarded him with an irritated look. “I didn't say I was curious.

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Chapter 18 Mason's family lived in a castle. Well, it looked like one and it was beautiful.

I couldn't stop looking. I had never seen a mansion like this in my wildest dreams, and here I was, about to step into one. The gates were black and big, the way to the mansion took a full minute to get there. The terrain was large and unnecessary in my opinion. Fifty houses could be built on it, but a large four-part mansion was in the middle. I hadn't forgotten that I was going to face the Campbells and I still had that fear inside me that seemed to stretch with every step I took. Getting out of the car, two men ran out of the house and came to get our bags, which I now realized I was the only one who had taken luggage. Mason hadn't brought anything. Because? That was your home. I looked at the door and swallowed hard. I could feel the demon's whispers silently inviting me in to ruin me. — Master Mason. A tall man stood in front of us in a black suit, his hair and beard the color of ash, in a deliberate pose, both hands behind his back and his chest out. - Welcome home. "There was a sudden lightness and love in your tone.

“Leon,” Mason replied, waving at him. There was no sense of familiarity in his tone, no warmth or love. The man named Leon shifted his gaze to me and narrowed his eyes at me.

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“Welcome, ma'am. I didn't even step inside and I was already being hated. Which what the hell did I do to this old man who decided to hate me at first sight?

The only sensible explanation might be that he might be in love with Mason, but I quickly avoided that ridiculous thought. The man was old enough to be his grandfather, surely there had to be a better explanation than that. “Please follow me, Master Mason, your father wants to see you outside. He knew you were in the country the minute the plane landed. - Right. Then Mason's lips twitched slightly. “And Leon, maybe you'd better change your tone the next time you talk to my fiancée. Leon's eyes widened in shock before he recovered and cleared his throat. “My apologies, sir. I'm sorry, ma'am. “It's okay,” I blurted out feeling the heat that coursed through my body as Mason came to my defense. Not that I needed to, but it was weird. — Lauren. Mason's fingers brushed my arm as he turned to me. “I need to see my father. You can enter first. His words made me widen my eyes in alarm. I shook my head and took a step back. - What? No, I can't go in alone," I said. weakly. “I don't know these people. “Don't be stubborn, love. Leon will escort you inside. I'll be with you shortly. His expression was as severely forbidding as his tone, but I don't think anyone could understand it except me. Then he surprised me when he put his arm around the my waist and pulled me to his chest.

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I gasped as dozens of lightning bolts shot through my body. My eyes widened at him, he placed his forehead on top of mine, releasing hot breath that hit my face and made me shiver. His breath smelled of mint and chocolate, a combination intoxicating scents.

Rooted in place and unable to move, Mason started rubbing our foreheads before moving to place a light kiss on my cheek, pulling back to look at me. “Try not to miss me too much, sweetheart,” he spoke softly, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and stroking the side of my head. I was amazed. My heart hammered inside my chest and my breath caught between my lungs as he gave me a cheeky smile. He was looking at me like I was the only woman he'd ever seen, and it wasn't fair because it was just a show for Leon. Somehow it made my heart race. But for a second, I just wanted to believe he was looking at me that way because he wanted to. 'Cause I was very special to that sexy man and mighty man who had the world in his hands. Something I couldn't stop was starting to happen and I I didn't want to let it go any further.

“I dare you to stop me from missing you,” I joked, smiling as if believing my own lies. "If I don't see you soon, I'll look for you." He nodded and turned, walking in the other direction. I stared back at him, his muscles flexing as he walked and the smile on my face wouldn't stop.

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Leon cleared his throat, catching my attention. My cheeks burned, though I was surprised by the new expression on his face. It wasn't hostility, but acceptance. I wondered what changed your opinion of me. - We come? I nodded and followed him inside. It was like entering paradise. Couldn't really tell how much money was spent on the design of interiors. Beth would have gone crazy if she had been there.

- Who are you? The sound of footsteps coming from a hallway came our way and I took a deep breath. He was young—he must have been in his late thirties and handsome with his dark hair and broad shoulders. He was over six feet tall, with sharp cheekbones and a smooth, square jaw. His eyes were emerald green and bright. he didn't look like with Mason, but he wasn't prettier than he was either. - May I help? He arched an eyebrow at me. - Who are you? he asked in a deep voice that seemed to make my whole body vibrate the wrong way. “She's Master Mason's fiancée. The man looked briefly at Leon. "Mason's fiancee?" His brow furrowed into an incredulous frown. “You can go, Leon. I heard Leon's footsteps retreating. He turned to me. - You're? - What am I? “Mason's fiancée,” he muttered in a frustrated tone. "Yes," I replied brusquely, wishing I didn't cringe. before him. He didn't scare me. He straightened up quickly, smiling, but his eyes were watchful. "Are you sure we're talking about the same Mason?" "Our Mason would never be engaged to any woman, no

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since when…” He bit back a short laugh. "Are you with the reporters?" “If we're talking about Mason Campbell, then yes. My hand clenched despite everything. “I'm his fiancée, Lauren Hart. Nice to meet you. One of his eyebrows arched coldly. “If you're lying to me Lauren Hart, I would personally take you to meet my two dogs and they'd rip you to shreds. I hate liars. Who does this guy think he is? I was seconds away from throwing my education out the window. “Well then, I guess you'll have to find someone else to take. His lips curved into a weak, wry smile. “Let me take you to meet everyone, Mason's fiancée. “He started to turn around when I hit him. “My name is Lauren,” I corrected in annoyance. He nodded with a slight smile. “Lauren, of course, my apologies. Follow me. I walked right behind him, and panic made me want to run and get out of there fast.

Our footsteps made the only sound as we advanced; the house might have been empty, but it wasn't until we reached the end of the hall that the first sounds reached us; at first a whisper, growing with the footsteps, then swallowing in a murmur. I looked at the man beside me, but his stern face showed nothing. At the end of the hall, there were two good double doors and I entered.

For a moment the chatter didn't stop. Then heads began to turn and I found myself confronted by a row of pale faces fixed in terrifying silence. I looked around helplessly for an escape, but the man was blocking my way behind. Then, somewhere, someone giggled and another voice

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began, "Sebastian, why are you standing at the door?" And who did you bring with you? I couldn't tell who was speaking because they were few and far between.

there - maybe five people sitting in the most beautiful royal chairs. I stayed rooted to the spot, looking at them all, the glow and the elegance of your clothes and jewelry hurting my eyes. “I brought in Mason's fiancée Lauren Hart,” Sebastian replied with pleasure, pushing me forward into the living room. - What?! a woman yelled, getting up from her chair. My eyes connected with hers as she approached me. She was beautiful, her curly blond hair swaying over her shoulders as she walked with grace and elegance. She wore a short sparkly dress and black heels that clicked to the floor. She stood just inches from me, her brown eyes fixed on mine. She stared at me like she wanted to kill me, and I gave her a look that said I wasn't afraid of her. The woman had high cheekbones, a straight nose, and when she frowned, dimples appeared on both cheeks. Her full lips were painted a bold red color and a diamond necklace was around her neck, shining like stars. This girl was everything I wasn't. “Did you just say she's engaged to Mason? Sebastian didn't respond, but his smile was mischievous as he glanced back at the woman walking toward us. Before anyone could even tell me, I knew she was Mason's mother. She bore a striking resemblance to her son. Her bronze hair was neatly styled, and her blouse and pantsuit made her look younger than her age. But it was the antagonism on his face that shocked me; when she looked at me, her gray eyes were stinging and her mouth was hard. I swallowed hard before I could stop myself.

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Then she studied me for a moment longer; then she demanded, "Is what my nephew said true?" Are you my son's fiancee? - Yes. Do not react.

Breathe. “You're lying,” the other girl said, her expression hard. “Mason would never give a person like you a chance. I rolled my eyes at her despite the hammering in my chest. “Oh, but he did. Looks like you don't know him very well. I gave her a polite smile as her eyes lit up. “Enough, Chloe,” Mason's mom yelled at her, then looked at me. - You're pregnant? My jaw dropped at his question. I opened and closed my mouth, speechless. Was she implying that the only reason I would be with her child was if I was pregnant? Then, suddenly, someone laughed. It was raucous and a little mischievous, but there was a note of genuine amusement in it. "Is that a question, mother?" – Another girl spoke. “The only reason she'd be here is if she's pregnant with your child, or maybe she's lying. She's having a baby and claims it's my brother's. "I know girls like her who would do anything to arrest someone for money. I ignored her as I clenched my fist in anger. “If this is about money, girl, I'd give you a blank check right now and you'd walk out of my son's life,” she said softly, her narrowed eyes betraying her light tone. “Let me get my bag and we can do that quickly, and then get out of my sight.

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“No.” I stopped her from moving, meeting her intense gaze steadily. - I'm not pregnant. I glanced briefly at Chloe. “And I don't want your money,” I told his mother this, and speaking the words clearly, in an effort to feel more confident, I added, “Mason and I are in love. I love him. He loves me. Or so we were telling everyone.

— Shut up! Chloe yelled, pointing her painted toenail at me. “Mason isn't in love with you. She smiled with sinister intent. “I'm sure he's doing this to get back at me. Uh... that's not true, but I shouldn't say anything. Let her feed her own ego. Something shuddered inside me as I digested the obvious suggestion that Mason might be involved with Chloe. That would explain a lot, I thought with an unsettling twinge of unease, but somehow, I couldn't imagine him with Chloe. She looked like a brat. Sebastian laughed. “Only you would think Mason would waste his time doing something like that, Chloe. Amusement shuddered in his voice. “Besides, he hates his very existence. “No one asked your opinion, Seb. She shot him. “Enough, you two. Mason's mother looked at Sebastian. "Where's Mason?" I need to talk to him. That ... She pointed at me disapprovingly. “That girl won't do. Then she sat back down. “Girl, come closer,” another woman barked at me. I jumped a little at the sound, but I didn't dare move. - I'm talking with you. “Don't move an inch, Lauren.

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I turned my head and there was Mason, his broad chest heaving and his teeth bared like an animal. Our eyes met and he glared at me before moving his gaze back to his aunt in a crazed frenzy of rage. — Mason.

He ignored his mother and walked over to where I stood between Sebastian and Chloe, looked at me and held out his hand. I hesitated at first before squeezing my hand in his, feeling his warmth. How can our hands fit so perfectly? almost like if they were made for each other. He glared wildly at his aunt again. “I gave your son my money to start his business when he threw away his entire inheritance, Aunt Matilda. “If you want him to still have his business intact, you would do well to respect my fiancée,” he said in a low voice, dangerous and menacing. “She's not someone you can boss around. And that goes for all of you. Anyone who disrespects her will answer to me. - Mason! her mother exclaimed in astonishment and her aunt's cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. Something inside me shifted and I looked at him in shock, this man who hated me was defending me against his family. He must really hate them more. - You can not be serious! He turned around so fast and looked at Chloe. It was enough to make me look away. — Cale. to mouth Animosity seethed in his voice. It was scary.

He made three words sound like a death wish. This was the Mason Campbell that Beth and I had heard rumours. This was the man who made people cringe in fear.

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I would know, I wanted to cringe and he wasn't even talking to me. “Not another word from you, Chloe I'm talking to my family. He pointed his long finger at her, his eyes devoid of humanity. “Next time you speak up, you'll see how bad I can be. Chloe took a fearful step back and looked away. “Now, if you'll excuse us, Lauren and I need to check into a hotel. Clearly, she's not welcome here, and I don't see how I'm going to stay here. He grabbed my hand tightly and we turned to leave. “Don't be silly, son. No one will say a word to her, I promise. His mother approached us and surprised me by hugging me tightly. Some emotion struggled to express itself in his striking face.

“Welcome to the family, Lauren. She gave me her best smile. It wasn't cool. “Give me one good reason to trust your words, Mother. His eyes were half closed and angry.

“I promise, Mason. He didn't seem to believe her. And me neither.

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Chapter 19 After leaving the living room while we were being watched, Mason took it upon himself to show me to the guest room. He'd been quiet since we left his family there, choosing to just walk silently beside me. I tried to meet his eyes, even for a brief second, but he wouldn't look at me. We stopped in front of a brown door before he opened it, entering first before I followed. I looked around, noting my bags that had already been brought in, sitting at the foot of the bed. I was in a large room that was the size of my apartment, as my gaze slowly traveled around the room to the king-size bed, the interior, and a huge flat-screen TV on the left side of the wall. Mason cleared his throat beside me. I glanced quickly at him and found his eyebrow raised - only then did I realize that my hand was still clasped in his. I blushed and pulled it out, eager to put some distance between us and my heart pounding in my chest at the realization that I'd held his hands longer than usual. I hoped he didn't think I was aware of it, or that it felt good to hold his hand. I hoped the thought didn't cross his mind. I was already struggling to hold back the emotion. “I'm glad this isn't your room,” I cracked a smile. that anyone could say was fake. I was trying to cover up the embarrassment, to hide how shaky and flustered I felt at the moment. “No one comes into my room,” he replied sullenly, not taking his eyes off me. He decided to put his hands in his pockets, and I wish he could see himself through my eyes, to see what I

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I was seeing - how hot he looked standing there with such an arrogant posture, but he wasn't doing it on purpose, it was just who he was. Arrogance, intimidation and confidence came easily to him, naturally. I was sure it must have grown the more successful he became. He earned the right to show off, to make sure people knew what he was capable of, and to just have a little fun with it. His confidence was tied to genuine success and no one could pull him off the pedestal he had placed himself on. They could try, but they would not succeed. — Oh. I nodded and smiled, almost as if I'd discovered something. “And probably where you plan your murders. Keep people away so you don't get exposed. I understood. A sarcastic eyebrow rose. “Maybe I should take you there.

It was the coldness of his tone, far more than his words, that left me with no doubt he was joking, but I couldn't help but snort. “Nice family you have there. Now I know who you took it from,” I ventured, walking over to grab my bags and put them on the bed, reaching for my phone charger. “You Campbells are definitely a ray of sunshine. I turned around and he gave me a long, slow look. The tense line of his mouth didn't lessen. I pointed to your face. “You should smile more often. Anger shortens life expectancy, didn't you know that? — And how many do you have, about forty? I joked, knowing full well he wasn't forty. But I needed him to calm down. His shoulders were very stiff and his

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jaw was closed.

He seemed to have thrown a wall around him, for what reason, I had no idea. "Have you shut up yet?" he asked with a frustrated sigh. I shook my head in disappointment. “That's no way to talk to your pregnant fiancée, Mason. On his raised eyebrow, I explained with a laugh. “Your family thinks the only reason we're getting married is because you got me pregnant. Oh wait! That's not the best part yet. They think I'm pregnant with someone else's child and claiming it's theirs because apparently I'm a gold digger. I was finding it funnier than in front of them. They they were really crazy people. Mason swore under his breath.

Smiling widely, I approached him, lifting my head to look into his eyes. I found myself losing balance with the heat coming from his body to my proximity. “I just wanted to say thank you,” I began, careful not to trip over my words. “For what you did back there. You could have let your family insult me more, but you stood up for me. “Although I may fight my own battles, but thanks for at least caring. Even if we weren't marrying for love or we'd end up together after a year. Mason knew his responsibility. I was worried that he wouldn't care about anything or deny me respect, because this was nothing more than a marriage agreement we forced on each other. Now I was convinced he wouldn't do anything for me hurt. He would fulfill his end of the bargain. Maybe Dad was right after all. There was something good about Mason

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Campbell. Though he rarely showed it, it was still there. He rolled his eyes at me. "It's not like I have choice. I need to play the good, loving groom. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to play the tough man everyone knew, someone who didn't do nice things for anyone, but the truth was, I knew he would do it for anyone. But I would let it go this time. "So where are you going to sleep?"

“Right here, of course.

- Which? I froze, afraid to move, even to breathe. “You can't stay here! “There was no way I could let him sleep in the same room as me. In a house with dozens of rooms, surely there should be one he could sleep in. Mason crossed his arms and gave me a bored look. "Where do you think I should be if not in my fiancee's room?" The minute my family realizes we're not sleeping in the same room, they'll start getting suspicious and I'll end up not getting what I want. I'm not taking any chances, Lauren. “You're going to have to swallow it. His eyes roamed over me with an expression that was insulting. “Don't worry, I'm not interested in you. You are not... “Your type, yes, I know. You've told me this so many times that I can hear it even in my dreams. He took a slow step toward me as I took a step back, looking at me with amusement, his eyes taking on a darker shade of gray, and I felt the familiar arousal searing my skin at his gaze. It was as exciting as fireworks. — Oh. so you dream of me? he asked, slowly taking more steps closer to me as I backed away from him.

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“N… no. Don't be crazy. I don't dream about you. Why did he have to say that or look at me like that? It made my heart beat faster with the alarm. He chuckled softly, his tone low and sensual. "I'm not only the best businessman, but I'm also skilled at detecting lies, Ms. Hart. - Oh yes? I did my best to say more in an unbiased tone as I backed away from him, for he was only inches away from breathing the same air as me. “Can you detect this? I made a quick move to get past him, but I stepped on something slippery and before I knew it, I lost my balance and was about to fall to the floor. Humiliation, my old friend. A hand stretched out in reflex, wrapping an arm around my waist to try to keep me from falling. Mason spun us around so fast he lost his balance as he we both fell into bed with him on top and I underneath him. His hand was lying on the bed above my head, supporting his body from crushing me with his weight as he looked directly into my eyes. His gaze was so hot and intense. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, intoxicated by his scent, the feel of his breath hitting my face and the heat of his body enveloping me. He wasn't touching me, but I almost fell apart right there. He was so handsome.

Every detail on his face was perfect, almost as if he was the one who selfishly sculpted himself. I wanted to push him away, but I could only look back, breathing hard. Mason's gaze strayed to my lips and stayed there. I swallowed and my pulse raced as his expression became unreadable. Then his body began to shake with laughter as he

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straightened, looking at me with pure amusement. He backed away with a satisfying smile, turned and walked out of the room, leaving me staring at the ceiling breathless and with the knowledge that Mason Campbell had proved him right.

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Chapter 20 I didn't want to have dinner with his family, but he said I shouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me hide from them, and he was right. Sometimes I wondered how he could be nice to me one minute and hate me the next. I followed Mason to the table as he sat me down next to him before taking a seat at the head table. His mother and father were absent for some reason. I hadn't met his father yet, but I wasn't excited about it. I could tell by the frowning faces that no one was happy I was there, especially Chloe, who was stabbing her steak and probably imagining it was my head. At that exact moment, she reminded me of Jade. “Are you enjoying your stay, Lauren? Sebastian tossed the question at me, surprised he was being nice. He gave me an encouraging smile to back up his words. But before I could say anything, Mason's sister Rebecca spoke up. “How could she not like it? She's living in luxury for the first time, Seb. she scoffed, raising her wineglass in a way that would embarrass even Cersei Lannister. “Judging by everything about her, I can tell that she lived in a dump and this is heaven for her. I met his gaze with a smile.

“Living in the dump or not, I'm happy and that's what matters. Yes, you have money, but I think I live happier than you and I have real friends who would love me whether I was homeless or not. Can you say the same for yourself? Sebastian huffed out a laugh and covered it up with a cough as he

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she threw daggers at me. Mason placed his hand on top of mine. He was leaning back in his chair, looking at me with a lazy expression that irritated me all of a sudden. - With the.

I looked down at my plate—so much food I could barely hold my stomach as I looked away and met his. “Everything,” he added. “How bossy you are,” I retorted slowly. "What if I don't want to?" His jaw clenched for an instant before he leaned forward and smiled. “Unless you want a repeat of what happened before right here. His voice was almost a purr and my eyes widened. Sebastian was listening unabashedly and smiled when he caught my eye. 'What happened before?' - he asked. Mason's eyes still hadn't left mine and I looked up at him in warning. He raised his eyebrows in return. I sighed and picked up my fork, biting into my steak as he grinned in satisfaction. "You two will keep the mystery, won't you?" — Can you shut up? Chloe yelled at Sebastian, looking up. for him. Clearly, she didn't see any fun in it. “And Mason, how can you do this to me? How can you choose someone like her?! I rolled my eyes, looking at my food. "I chose someone like you," he replied coldly. as he watched her, gauging her reaction. “Why can't I choose someone like her? He only spoke a few words, and she stared at him in disbelief, her face red and angry.

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- I am different! I grew up with your family and I must get married

with someone of hers! Everybody knows it. "Well, it's a good thing the Campbells don't lack for men. Mason's voice was bored. “You can choose whoever you want. My distant uncle's wife died five years ago. Maybe you can fill your empty heart. Sebastian laughed out loud and I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. Chloe looked like she might burst into flames any second. But, he wasn't finished yet. “Or maybe Sebastian here can accept your offer, right? - He he asked his cousin who looked sick at the thought. - No thank you. Not even painted gold, I wouldn't take it. Sorry, Chloe. His face and tone sounded unapologetic to me. His hands balled into fists on the table. - What do we have here? a new welcoming voice asked softly. He was very tall and lanky, and he wore jeans and a blazer. What I saw when I looked at him was a fiercely handsome face, his striking profile and shapely mouth under the trimmed beard. Her dark hair bunched in thick curls with gray eyes fixed on the face of a dark angel. The room became quiet and tense, and I was only left with more questions.

He saw me immediately and his eyelids drooped, and a smile weak and unsettling on the lips. He deliberately moved around the table in my

direction, stopping his steps in front of me. Pulling my chair back a little, he grabbed my hand from the table and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand, watching me with hawk eyes. What was happening?

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"What do you think you're doing, Dom?" Rebecca demanded indignantly. He ignored her. “Hello, I'm Dominic,” he said, his lips curving into a smile. “You must be the bride.

I looked at him and pulled my hands back. “If you knew that, you must know that it is improper to kiss someone's bride. He chuckled lightly, pulling back a little, but his eyes didn't leave mine. - I'm sorry. I never resist when I see a beautiful woman. Then he looked at Mason. I didn't know what he saw there that made him laugh, but he returned to sit next to Sebastian, heading into the living room, “It's good to see you all here. - What are you doing here? I thought you were in Italy. "Are you still keeping an eye on him?" Mason smiled at Chloe, but it wasn't pleasant. — Why, cousin? I believe you almost look jealous,” Dominic replied, still ignoring Chloe. Mason narrowed his eyes at him. “I was just telling Chloe here that we have no shortage of men in the family. Seeing that the two of you have history, it's only fitting that you rekindle that relationship. He narrowed his eyes back, but it wasn't as scary as Mason's. He let out a loud, humorless laugh that somehow raised the temperature in the room. I noticed how tight his jaw was and how he was trying to look calm and relaxed. Dominic was failing miserably. “I love the jokes you make, Mason. Jokes like these make me miss you everyday. What was going on between the three of them? I needed to know.

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I was curious. The tension between them was intense and I feared that any minute we could explode with it. I looked at Mason, whose jaw was clenched and his shoulders tense. There was a hidden fury in his eyes, ready to be unleashed, so I did what I thought was right. I leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. He threw his head back at me, and that was the moment I pulled away from his gaze, shocked that I'd done just that without thinking. And I wasn't the only one looking at me. "Mason…" Chloe started to say after ten seconds of silence, blessed silence. “We can go talk about this in private. Settle things between us. He seemed to be deaf to her pleading words, only the deepening lines of bored petulance in his mouth showing that he heard her. Then he said nonchalantly, "That's enough." Can someone get her out of my sight if she doesn't stop talking? - Before anyone could say anything, he got up and wrapped his hand around my wrist, he pulled me up and grabbed it tightly. He waited a moment for silence and then spoke with a haughty turn of his head to their faces. “I forgot how much I don't like you. “Being in your presence does nothing but piss me off, especially you, Chloe, who doesn't get it in your head that you and I will never be together. “I have a fiancée who doesn't like you talking about getting back with me. "She's not doing anything out of courtesy, but the next time you do it again, I'll send you back where you came from, taking away your privileges and everything you love until you're out on the streets begging for it." a piece of bread. "Now I hope, for everyone's sake, that you think

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deeply into the words that will come out of your mouth next time. He looked at them in absolute annoyance before lead back to the double doors we had gone through before. He was still holding my wrist, but all I could do was follow him closely. We looked like we were heading out, or at least it looked like we were. The balcony was very cold at night but beautiful with the stars shining in the sky and the scenery in front of me.

I shivered as the cold hit me hard. I was just wearing a strapless top and shorts. Not exactly the best outfit for dinner with the in-laws, but one thing about me was that i wouldn't do anything for anyone. I didn't care what I looked like and I didn't care like someone saw me. Mason's hand tightened on mine; involuntarily, I looked up at him and saw his eyes gleaming behind the slight smile that masked his hard face. I thought about being alone with him again, I thought about what had happened between us in the room, and I pushed my hand away, trying to get away. But I couldn't break free; he just held on tighter, watching me fight his grip without a change in his expression. Then his hand dropped as he walked to the edge, putting your hands on the handrail.

“What's going on between you and Chloe? “Nothing worth mentioning. His answer came like a hammer. Recognizing the note of impatience in her voice, I scoffed and started again, “Please, I know something happened between you, her, and Dominic. You can tell me, you know. "I'm a good listener and I doubt you have anyone

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close with whom to share something. It's not good to keep things. I went to his side, putting my gaze on him. "Is she the reason you hate women?" His hand twitched, but he didn't say anything for a long time, so I just waited for him. I wanted him to open up to me. If we were going to get married, he needed to know he could talk to me anytime he wanted. I wasn't in it just for the money. We could walk out of this wedding as friends. I'd like to think we'd still be friends after that. “You don't know what you're talking about,” he said at last. crushing my hope that he would confide in me. I had to keep reminding myself that he was a tough man and nothing was easy with him. “Nice try, Hart. But unfortunately this is not a movie. “Still,” I added, not about to give in. - I know that did something happen. - And? So what if she hurt me and I got sick and it changed me to the point where I started hating women? he asked, glancing at me before letting out a laugh, more chilling than the cold night. “Funny, Lauren. I examined your eyes. “It's not funny if it's true. Per what else do you hate her?

“For the same reason I hate women. - And what would be? Oh sure. You think every woman is a freeloader. "If I thought like that, would you be here with me?" I smiled. - I am special. And his answer came in an unpleasant huff.

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Wondering if it was even possible to have a conversation without him cutting me off all the time, I decided to pick another topic, one I was more excited about.

— Where is your tattoo? He looked surprised. It wasn't every day I surprised him, and I liked that. "Who told you about this?" he demanded, noting the way his voice had risen a little. A cocky half-smile appeared on my lips. “That's my business. He looked at me unsmiling. — It was Athena. That bastard talks too much. I watched the way he tapped his fingers on the banister. I was a little happy and surprised that he looked uncomfortable that I knew he had a tattoo. “Come on, no need to be ashamed. Just show it to me. I wanted to see it from the moment I found out. Why you did? I thought Mason Campbell wouldn't get a tattoo even if death was looking at his face. Raising a devilishly arched brow, he replied, “That's right.

- Tell me! I pressed his arm hard. "Were you drunk when you did it?" - I smiled. — what am I saying? You wouldn't get drunk for fear of losing control. One corner of that hard mouth curved up. “How do you know me in such a short time Lauren? I'm not that easy to read. I shook my head with a giggle. He rolled his eyes. “I did during high school. I regret it now. - So what is it? I thought about it all week. I am dying to know,” I asked in anticipation. - That's not my problem. He pushed away from the railing and turned to leave.

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“It's hard to like you, you know,” I yelled at him, struggling to keep my emotions in check. His approach was swift and unrepentant; the unyielding intent in his eyes promised me nothing. “I don't need you to like it. I'd rather someone hate me than that likes me. Including you. Strangely, his words didn't upset me as much as they should have. No, it really wasn't what was on my mind right now. His mint scent clung to his clothes, and I could feel his body heat as he was standing so close to me. “Good night, Lauren,” he added.

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Chapter 21 Someone or something was touching me.

I thought it was just in my dreams, but when I felt the hand slowly pulling my covers back, I opened my eyes. It was dark, so I couldn't make out who it was, but the figure towered over me. I opened my mouth to scream but he quickly closed it. my mouth with the palm of my hand. My heart was pounding in my chest as we stayed like that for a few seconds. I was just seeing a shadow and it couldn't be Mason, because I knew what his touch felt like. I knew my body's response every time he was close to me. So who was it? I tried to speak, but only a muffled sound came out.

I tried to get up, but his mouth came down on mine and forced my head back against the pillow. Instinctively, I fought back, scratching and biting. Light flickered in his dark hair as his head bent back to mine; there was no tenderness in his shadowed face, just a rough, fiery arousal that made me catch my breath. “Stop,” I whispered roughly. He was stronger and bigger than I was, so I couldn't get rid of him. He chuckled coldly as his hand slid to my chest and I arched away from his touch, which felt like molten lava was being poured into my body. My breath was labored as I struggled. He grabbed the back of my neck and held me,

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fingers spread across the back of my head, with my lips hard against his. His kiss was fast and hard, then his mouth traced the hollow of my neck with quick, fierce kisses, his weight coming right over me. I didn't think twice before sinking my teeth into yours. shoulders and bite them hard enough to tear my flesh. He screamed and loosened his grip, which gave me a chance to elbow him in the stomach with my knees. With so much force that I didn't know I had gathered it, I pushed it off me and jumped out of bed, running for the door. - Mason! Mason! I screamed loud enough to wake the dead. I opened the door and stumbled out, tripping over my own legs while falling to your knees. I heard footsteps running down the hall before they all appeared before me, looking at me irritably. - What's up?! Bothering people in the middle of the night, do you have any idea what your screams did to my ears? I didn't stop to pay attention to Rebecca's words before run towards the only friendly face there. I grabbed Sebastian's shirt as I ducked behind him, breathing hard as he looked at the door. “Lauren, what's wrong? he asked me in a worried tone. I was shaking my head, still in a scary state, but I pointed to the door as the figure left my room. I wasn't the only one who choked. — Dominic?! Chloe screamed in shock. — what were you doing in her room? “Oh my God, is that what you two have been doing? — Rebecca he asked with disgust in his tone.

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'You bitch!' She walked up to me angrily, but Sebastian took a step in front of her before she approached me. "Is that what you're repaying my brother for loving you?" 'Shaving your cousin behind his back?' I gasped when his words hit me and I shook my head, trying not to let the tears fall from my eyes at the accusation. “Bloody hell, I knew there was something wrong with her. Are you not satisfied with one Campbell and want to sink your teeth into another? "Are you that good-natured?" Chloe spat. “Let her talk,” Sebastian interrupted, looking at the two of them. I glared at Dominic, who casually leaned against the door without a care in the world. He met my gaze with a secret smile and I had the

I want to walk up to him and slap his face. “He came to my room,” I said, my voice shaking a little as I remembered everything. I was still a little shaken up. "I was sleeping and he... he tried...

— Shut up! Rebecca screamed, her body convulsing with rage and she spilled her hatred on me with a glare. “You dare to enter our house and accuse my cousin of such a thing? "Do you think anyone would look at you?" even more the gift who only dates supermodels? - You are crazy? I yelled back, my body vibrating with rage. “How would you explain him walking out of my room or me screaming? “Dominic?” Sebastian asked in a deadly tone. “Dominic, what were you doing in her room? Dominic didn't get a chance to speak before a storm clouded over us, and he was charging forward, seething with rage and panting, his teeth bared like an animal.

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Our eyes met and if it was he looked at me in a maddened frenzy of murderous rage. I wasn't the only one who was surprised. — Mason. "But he didn't let Dominic finish before he Mason swings back and lands a powerful punch to his face. The force made Dominic stumble back into the room. Mason looked so strong and powerful as he stood before him, all sweaty and looking like he wanted your blood. He hit Dominic so hard, and with each blow, my heart pounded in my chest. He was relentless and merciless as he punched his cousin without think twice, every blow shed Campbell blood. Rebecca and Chloe yelled at him to stop, while I stayed rooted to the spot. Sebastian took a long time before he snatched it from Dominic. what barely breathed on the floor.

“You're going to regret touching her again,” he growled at him as two big bouncers rushed into the room and grabbed Dominic, dragging him out with them. “Where are you taking him?! Rebecca demanded as she followed them out. “Mason, stop it! “Are you really doing this for her?! She is nobody! Chloe said frantically.

He ignored her and approached me, looking hot and wild. He roughly grabbed my hand and pulled me away while Chloe shouted threats at our backs. As we walked away from the guest room, we came to a door and he dropped my hand immediately, storming inside and leaving me shuffling through the office door. — Enter, — ele lative. It seems like the likeable and thoughtful Mason Campbell had been replaced by his goofy persona. He turned and looked at my

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defiant look. I sighed and walked inside, closing the door behind me.

He stood a step away from me and studied me. I felt nervous under his gaze, especially since he looked sexy in a soft t-shirt that hugged all of his muscles and sweatpants that were cinched at the waist. His face was filled with worry and his hair was messy, his fists clenched at his sides, and I almost ran to him and opened them. - Are you okay?

I shook my head, suddenly feeling intimidated by him. After all, who wouldn't when he looked so strong and powerful there, ready to destroy whatever stood in his way. I desperately wanted him to close his arms around me and hold me, even though I didn't have to, and the chances of that happening were zero. Taking a deep breath, I ran my fingers through my curls. “I'm fine,” I assured him, realizing that not saying anything was making him agitated. - Promise. He dragged his fingers through his hair, to the back of his neck, and released them with a sigh.

“I shouldn't have brought you here,” he admitted calmly. “It's not your fault,” I said, trying to take the blame away from him.

He looked at me. “I didn't say it was. Idiot. “But for some reason, I hate that it is. I shouldn't have left you alone, I knew Dominic was an idiot. His tone made me shiver in surprise, and I couldn't help but notice the fists he'd just formed at his sides and the murderous look he had in his eyes again. “Let's go,” he announced.

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- What? I thought you wanted to stay here for a few days. His brows rose over his eyes. “Do you want to stay, Lauren? - he asked. - No... “Then ready. His tone left me no room for objections. I kind of felt bad that we were leaving, having only been there for a day, but a bigger part of me was glad to be leaving. No offense to Mason, but his family sucked. He was as cruel as they were, but not as rotten as Dominic. The person who surprised me the most in the family was Sebastian. Even though we didn't have a good first impression, if I had stayed a few more days we would have gotten along great. We left the next morning without saying goodbye to anyone. Nobody came to say goodbye to us, but how would they know that had we left when we disappeared at five in the morning? I was convinced now that Mason never slept in his life. His obsession with getting everything done in the middle of the night or early in the morning was not appealing. But when you looked at him, you couldn't identify the dark circles under his eyes.

We hadn't spoken since we left the house and also it was quiet on the plane. When we landed, I was happy and excited. I couldn't wait to visit my dad and see Beth, but I told myself I wouldn't tell them what had happened between me and Mason's family. I wouldn't want to upset my father more and worry Beth for no reason. “Well, it was a nice short visit for your family. We should do this again someday,” I said with a bitter laugh, looking out the car window. His own laugh mirrored my bitter laugh. “I'm glad you're finding humor in this. Stayed

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worried that you might have lost. I turned and looked at him uncomprehendingly. “What will happen to Dominic? “I wanted to know where he was taken. I didn't care what happened to him, but I was curious to know where he was. “Let Dominic worry about that. His eyes were half closed and angry. "You're not going to kill him, are you?"

His lips curved cynically. "Actually, I would perform live on television. It would be a success, don't you think? I looked at him, puzzled. - What? Mason rolled his eyes. “I have a sense of humor too, Lauren. I let out a deep breath and laughed. “You got me worried for a second. “No matter what Dominic did, I wouldn't wish him dead unless he really did. deserved.

"You're weird, did you know that?" He almost raped you, but you're more concerned about whether or not I'm going to kill him,” he noted. His mouth hardened and his eyes danced with disbelief. "Has anyone ever said you're straight?" You don't care about that comes out of your mouth to anyone.

“I think I should get straight to the point. I don't care if anyone doesn't like my choice of words,” was his straight answer. “Hard and cold suits make you stronger.

“Or make you enemies. “If I didn't have enemies, Lauren, I would worry. He was serious. He was saying it from the bottom of his heart. There was no denying that Mason Campbell was crazy. Having enemies didn't feel like an achievement. If I were in his shoes, I would be afraid to leave the house with

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afraid of getting shot. But Mason was arrogant and presumptuous, as he believed that no bullet would touch him unless he ordered it to. The word came out before I could stop it. “You're crazy, Mason, did you know that? His hooded gaze didn't waver. “Einstein was crazy too.

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Chapter 22 I was going to marry Mason Campbell that day. After a few hours, I would officially be Mrs. Mason Campbell. Any bride on her wedding day should be happy, but as for me, I was freaking out. I was having second thoughts.

I didn't think I would be able to do this. It was enough that, everywhere I went, people knew me. Suddenly, they liked me. People who didn't like me pretended to like me just to attend the wedding and sell false information to the media. The wedding of the year wouldn't be a big wedding after all. I I told Mason I wanted a small wedding and he agreed. If it were up to him, the only people at the wedding would be just the two of us. Beth was the one who helped me choose my wedding dress. I opted for the simplest wedding dress, neither too flashy nor too expensive. Even though it annoyed her that I wasn't taking advantage of Mason's credit card, she couldn't help but accept my decision. She helped me plan the wedding and offered me words of comfort when I was about to flee the country. I never told her what had happened in Scotland. I guess I just wanted to move on and forget about it. No one from Mason's family would come, from what I'd heard, and it would have really hurt me if I cared about them. It didn't look like he cared either. He just wanted to marry me and get his money, with or without

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no one present. My father couldn't hold back from happiness. When I visited him the minute I got back from Scotland, he gave me the best wedding present; a family heirloom. He said the ring was from his grandmother, who had passed it on to his mother.

The night he eloped with my mother to marry her, he stole it from his mother's jewelry box. Even after stealing it, he never had the courage to give it to my mother. He told me he had no idea why he never gave it to her, but I was glad he was giving it to me now. My mother never deserved that anyway. It was so beautiful. The ring was the only one in the entire universe, designed by his grandfather for his wife.

It was shaped like a sun with a moon in the middle of the sun and little stars in the middle. I held him tight, promising him never to lose him. It was the best gift I ever got and it hurt me to keep lying to him. “Thanks again, Dad,” I said, rubbing the ring on my finger before looking at it. New tears appeared in the corners of her eyes and I wiped them away. “Dad, please don't. You're acting like I'm dying. “You're getting married in a few days, Laurie,” he said as tears rolled down his cheeks. “Let me cry, my beautiful girl. I'm very lucky to be able to see this. “Stop, you're going to make me cry too. We laughed in unison as I wiped away a single tear that had gathered in my eyes. I placed my hand on top of his and smiled. “I'm glad you'd be there with me.

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A strange look came over his face before he

sigh. “I wish your mother were here to see this. My fingers tightened a little and I tried to keep my anger in check as I replied, “Dad, don't do this. Please don't spoil this moment by talking about her. He lifted his hand weakly and caressed my cheek with love. He looked so much better than the last time I saw him. Mason said that the minute we were married, his treatment would start and I couldn't wait for my dad to start acting like he used to before he got sick. He was always like a child at Christmas, full of light and happiness and energy. I wanted that man back. And I would have it very soon.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he replied, his arms wrapping around me to pull me against him. “But you need to get rid of your anger, Lauren. Whatever someone does to us, the best thing we can do in return is forgive them. When you forgive, you find your mind at peace. He heard?

I heard him very well. But what did that woman do to us, the the way she destroyed us... She didn't deserve forgiveness.

Dad was very good. He could never hold a grudge against anyone. I was glad I didn't have that feature. Moving away from him, I helped him put his head back against the pillow and adjusted the covers on it. "Could you walk me down the aisle?" Did the doctor give permission? He smiled. “I am fully capable of walking my daughter down the aisle. If my legs were cut, I would crawl across the

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belly and take you, dear. I laughed lightly and stood up. - I know. You were always a stubborn man. I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “I sent your tux to dry cleaning. I will send Beth here when you're ready, okay? - OK honey. You are going? ' he asked, watching me. get my bag off the chair. - So early? “Well, you know I have a lot of things to take care of, but don't worry, I'll see you soon. Beth had my makeup and hair done after I'd refused to ask a professional for help. She always forgot that this marriage would only last a year. I never forgot this information. It was always in the back of my mind, questioning every thought and decision I made. I was sitting alone in one of the rooms on Mason's private property where we were to be married. It was isolated and most of the area was off limits to everyone. He had chosen this location precisely because of that, and no one knew that this was where we were going to get married. He'd already had Coop elude the media on a chase, and by the time they found out we were here, the marriage would be over. It was a large, open room, half the entire fourth floor of the house. The south-facing windows provided enough light to warm the room. It was the prettiest room, better than the room I stayed in at your family's house.

I was facing the big standing mirror with my lips chewed, wiping off the lipstick Beth had put on me, but I didn't care. My dress fit my body snugly, the long-sleeved lace stopping just below my elbow. The square neckline was dangerously low, much to Beth's arousal.

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The skirt was a soft bell that swayed gently as I walked. There was nothing over the top about my wedding dress, just the way I liked it. My hair fell back over my shoulders, ending in curls. I sat in one of the chairs, very still, with the weight of my thoughts blocking my movement. That was the day I had dreaded for a long time, and I was really happening.

Nothing could stop that. Suddenly, the door opened and Beth walked into the room, looking so beautiful in

her light pink dress that hugged all her curves. Unlike me, her face radiated happiness. "I'll never stop saying you look amazing!" she thrilled, moving to stand in front of me. "Though you look like a thousand-pound bride, not a bride of a million pounds.

I snorted in response. "Have you seen Mason?" She gasped at his name. "He's so hot, oh my god!" He looks like a fucking angel of death, but cute ones. SO MANLY! Your shoulders in that tux...! She stretched her arms out to the fullest and sighed dramatically. “I think all the women present would have trouble sleeping tonight. Sorry, I know he's your husband, but as your best friend, I'm saying he would be a guest in my wet dreams tonight. I rolled my eyes.

"And those eyes of his!" Lauren, how do you keep breathing in his presence? “I almost went unconscious when I saw him. And damn, the way he walks, you'd think the world would go down on its knees for him. I would definitely be. I would do many things with him. She laughed, then stopped when she noticed how despondent I looked.

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It didn't take long for her to sit in the other chair. - Are you okay?

- Far from it. She squeezed her hand with mine. “And just the wedding jitters, you'll be fine. I'm so mad that I was demoted to a guest at my best friend's wedding. “I was supposed to walk down the aisle with a bouquet in my hand because I'm your godmother, but your idiot husband didn't want that. What did he say? - Waste of time. She let out an angry noise. I smiled amused. “You were praising him literally ten seconds ago. "Am I not allowed to have mood swings?" I laughed. It was my first laugh that day and it relieved a little tension in me. I really needed it. Beth had no idea, or maybe she did. Best friends know. They have this superpower. At least my best friend knew. When my father walked me down the aisle, he seemed happy and free, almost as if my not getting married was the only problem in his life. The guests numbered about thirty - including Athena and Aaron.

I had invited Jade, but I didn't think she would show up. I would have been totally surprised if she had. Some of Mason's family members I didn't know came to the wedding, and the only familiar face was Sebastian Campbell, who looked almost excited like a child being presented with a cake. Standing in front of the man I was going to marry my father to behind me, my legs nearly gave way and I was nervously looking at the chiseled face with a strong jaw and an intimidating look. I tried to calm my nerves, reminding myself not to

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would pretend to be a loving wife in our house and that this was nothing more than a contract, a piece of paper that would bind me to him for a year. There was nothing to fear. I stared at Mason, who had just said his own vows without a trace of nervousness or stuttering between his words. He looked right at me and the hard lines of his profile made my skin tingle. It was like he was waiting for me to screw it up or run out of there, but he was also trusting me to stay there and share the vows with him. To look him in the eye and make me his as he said I was. “I, Lauren Marie Hart,” I said as I swallowed hard. “I accept Mason Campbell as my lawful husband. Behind me, in the front row seat, Beth gave a little scream that wasn't as silent as she thought. “In sickness and in health…” I continued as my hands began to shake in his and he squeezed them comfortably. - Till death do Us part. Beth gave a big huff and the guests laughed behind me. Mason raised an eyebrow the same way he always did and what I'd just said made me feel the corners of my mouth twitch up. His brows drew together and those gray eyes looked at me with a hint of amusement. Obviously, he would find it amusing that I wished him only death, and he was probably wondering why I was obsessed with death. He held my left hand while putting on a ring of gold on my finger.

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"With this ring, I marry," he said dryly. He was definitely the most bored-looking groom who ever lived. He seemed to have better places to be, and being there, marrying me, was boring him. “I pronounce you husband and wife.

I tensed as I waited for the priest to add that he could kiss the bride. That was definitely the part that Mason and I left off discussing. I wasn't going to kiss him, and he didn't look too excited to kiss me either. I could feel the emotion radiating from Beth's body. I wanted to turn and look at her, but I kept my eyes fixed on him. But when the priest didn't say anything else and Mason grabbed my hand taking me back down, I finally understood. He must have warned the priest not to mention kissing the bride. I sent a warm, grateful smile behind his back as a feeling of respect for him warmed in me and another knowledge took over my head. I was married. Me like Lauren Campbell.

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Chapter 23 “Home sweet home, love. Do you want me to come in carrying you in my arms? Despite the sarcasm in his voice, I smiled and looked at him.

- Sure, why not? I said with a cynical smile. "What kind of new wife would I be if I didn't allow my husband to carry me through the door?" “I knew he wouldn't be able to do that. If he thought he could sarcastically offer to do something for me, he sure as hell would be fine. I was going to take advantage of being married to him to have fun with him anyway. "You didn't hit your head, did you?" His tone was hard as iron. "Why did I say yes to your offer?" “I was being sarcastic. His lips barely moved as he spoke. I crossed my arms and kept my guard up. “Well, I'm not going in unless you carry me. As a new wife, I deserve this,” I said stubbornly. “Or I can make a permanent home in your bushes. - Same? He looked at me with a thin, icy glow. over his eyes, his jaw clenching by the second. “I'm not surprised you do. After all, look who I'm talking to. - Hey! What do you mean... Hey! What are you doing?! I screamed as he lifted me off the floor and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me inside as he kicked open the door behind him. When it closed, he lifted me to my feet and not so gently. I looked at him. - I was kidding! You didn't have to do this, idiot.

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“You know the sound of your voice is irritating, right? I rolled my eyes and lifted my wedding dress, looking around. around the house. The interior was even better than the exterior. His mansion looked very intimidating. The floor was marble and there were two spiral staircases that went up to the second floor. The walls were stark white, but they seemed to be glowing, and on the walls were many paintings, just like the ones in his office, but more expensive. A door was on either side of the room, which I think led to the kitchen and living room. Just below the stairs were three white chairs and, in the middle, a table. So, that's where I would live for a year. But what confused me the most was the lack of people inside the house.

The only people I saw were two security guards outside the gates, but none inside the house. I looked at him in question. 'Why is the house so empty?' He gave me a strange look, then walked around my luggage to enter the security code. “This isn't a museum or a zoo,” he reminded me. "If you're wondering why my house isn't full of servants, so I'm sorry to disappoint you. I like my privacy. I looked him straight in the eye, realizing that he was again working to put me in a bad mood, to tell me that if I went to his house so that his servants were at my disposal, I would be in for another surprise. “Listen, I don't care about that, so you better get that thought out of your head. I'm just surprised a rich man like you doesn't have any. It almost seems impossible. A muscle twitched in his jaw and he spoke in a dark, low voice.

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comes every week and a man who takes care of the flowers.

I regarded him with lingering curiosity. 'Not even a cook?' - I waited, holding the breath, that he would yell at me for bothering him with questions. “I don't trust anyone other than my mom or Chef Luigi to cook for me, but he had to quit last year. So I cook at my house. I almost wanted to laugh. The guy claimed he wasn't afraid of his enemies, but he screamed like he was afraid of being poisoned by a cook. Almost as if he could read my mind, he narrowed his silver eyes for me. But then, I remembered something. "Is that the restaurant I used to buy your food from?" I thought I only ate from two people. A muscle twitched in his eyes.

“That's Luigi's restaurant, Lauren. Can you stop being nosy and get on with other matters? he asked, but he was really just giving me an order. I knew that if I pushed harder, I would end up regretting it. "Does that mean I'm going to impress you with my cooking skills?" I teased, wiggling my brows in suggestion. What kind of temporary wife would I be if I let him cook food by himself, when I could do that? He gave me a place to stay for a year and in return I would cook all your meals. "Unless you're afraid I'm going to end up poisoning you and run off with your and your grandfather's money.

His eyes were still fixed on me and for a moment, I I could have sworn he pursed his lips in amusement. “I don't need you to impress me because I'm not interested in you. It's the last thing I want from you. “He really was the hardest man to like.

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“Now, bring your luggage. I'll show you to your room and you can take a tour. "Aren't you going to offer to help?" I questioned with a shake of my head. “Man, you seriously need to improve. Your terrible ways and the gentleman inside you needs to get out. Glad I'm here to take care of you. - How it is? “But I ignored him and ran towards the stairs, waiting for him to catch up with me. Two hours later, I was settled in the room that would be mine for a year. It was so beautiful.

The only thing I loved about the room was the queen-size bed and fluffy pillows. After unpacking, I called my dad and talked to him for five minutes before he ended the call, demanding that I spend time with my husband instead of wasting it on him. I called Beth next, knowing she was holding the phone and waiting for me to call her. She would have called me first, but I knew she must have thought it might have been an inappropriate moment. Seriously, sometimes she forgets that Mason and I weren't in love, nor were we attracted to each other. — Lauren! she yelled the minute she picked up the phone. “Gee, I was about to call my best friend! Hey! How are you settling into your new home? The apartment is so empty without you here. — When will I visit you? Maybe tomorrow will be perfect, but I don't want Mason to think I'm visiting you so quickly. What should I do? Give space for a while? I interrupted your endless rants. “Girl, can you shut up and let me have a word?

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She laughed lightly. “I miss you, Beth. It's so lonely without you. “Bitch, you have a husband who can put an end to loneliness. Just stop being such a hardhead and go get him. “Okay, it was nice talking to you. Good... "It's bad, it's bad, it's bad!" She said running with an unapologetic tone. “You know how I talk nonsense sometimes. That's why I'm called Beth the Donkey. Are you feeling good? I sighed and pressed a pillow to my chest. - I feel good. I just miss you so much, but you know that this would have been different if this was a love match. “And besides, Mason and I aren't even friends, he hates me. “You are so silly. Laurie,” she said with a laugh. “If you're not friends, then go talk to him. You know that You can't be friends with someone without talking to them, right?

"But it's impossible to talk to him," I said, remembering all the conversations I had with him in my head that always seemed unpleasant. “Man is incapable of being nice for five minutes, Beth. If he's not threatening you, he's accusing you of something outrageous. She laughed. "Remember Johnny Wills from sixth grade?" she asked suddenly. I was quiet for a second, trying to rack my brain and remember the person she was talking about. His soft sigh reached my ears before adding, “You know, the one who called me four-eyed when I wore glasses? Anyway. Johnny hated me and used to pick on me, remember? But what happened next? We ended up being friends. That didn't happen to me staying away from him. I forced my friendship on him. “I don't know, Beth,” I stopped weakly. “You and Johnny were kids then, but this is different. I don't think I could force my friendship on Mason, but I could try to talk to him.

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'Make an effort and who knows, maybe he'll loosen up with me?'

- That's my girl! I smiled. "By the way, do you know of any job openings?" I think if I stay in this house, I'll go mad with boredom. “I'd try to research it for you, but have you talked to Mason about this? “It's in the contract that he's allowed to let me work as long as it's not at one of his companies. I agreed to that. I could almost imagine her starting to open her mouth before I interrupted her. “No, I'm not going to ask him to look for a job for me. I'm capable of doing this myself. "Uh, but you asked me to look for you... I laughed. - Shut up.

Beth and I spent three hours talking on the phone. Time flies so fast when you're talking to a loved one and the next thing I know, I'm fast asleep. When I woke up the next morning and looked at the clock, I wanted to scream. It was six-thirty, and all I wanted was to get back to sleep and wake up in two hours, but I wasn't sleepy anymore. Getting out of bed, I went to the bathroom and showered before going back to get dressed.

I put on my yellow blouse and high-waisted denim shorts before put my hair in a ponytail. Leaving my room, I looked around the silent hallway and wondered if Mason had woken up. It was a Saturday and there was no work today.

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what their preferences were, so I opted to make an omelet, bacon, and a sandwich. An hour later, I put it all on the table along with the fruit I'd cut for us and Mason's favorite tea. I took a walk around the house while I waited for him to wake up and have breakfast with me. There were three bedrooms and two living rooms on the ground floor, a lobby that had a swimming pool and a library on the other side. The last two doors on the ground floor housed a large studio and home theater.

By the time I finished exploring the interior and exterior, it was past eight. Tired of waiting, I went upstairs to get to her room. I would see what kept him so busy, considering that Mason didn't seem like the kind of man who slept late. My hands on the railing started to shake nervously. as I walked up to the third floor. There was a door on either side, so I chose the right door and walked over to it. When I put my hand on the doorknob and turned it, I stuck my head inside and realized it was the wrong room. This was her living room, so her bedroom had to be on the left side. My heart was pounding and my legs felt heavy every time I took a step forward, but I wasn't going to back down, not when I'd just started. I stopped at the white and gold door to take a deep breath before silently saying a prayer and opening the door. The room was dark, but not too dark either. It smelled like Mason's cologne, and I wasted no time looking around the room before spotting a shadow in the middle of the biggest bed I'd ever seen. I slowly approached the bed, trying not to as.

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I almost stopped breathing for fear of alerting him to my presence. A scream almost escaped my lips if I hadn't quickly kept my mouth shut as I looked at the shirtless man who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. My eyes ran the entire length of him from his thick feet and thighs to his muscular torso and chest, but the covers hid other parts of him. The position of his arm was bent to cradle his head on the pillow and with each inhale, his biceps and muscles jumped. Even sleeping, he still looked powerful and unbeatable. Every nerve in my body was shaking with fear. I shouldn't be there. At first, it was a bad idea to walk into her room, but my feet couldn't move as I continued to stare at the flawless, immaculate milk skin that seemed to be glowing. in the dark.

And the fact that Mason was lying there silently, not trapping me with his cold, calculating eyes or insulting me to his heart's content felt strange. I decided to take a closer look because I would never get that chance again. Also, I remembered that I was looking for a tattoo that I wanted to make fun of later. I approached and looked at him sleeping peacefully. There was nothing intimidating and frightening about him now. His sinful gray eyes were closed, his expression was serene and his mouth was not frowning. Her eyelashes were brushing her cheeks. Mason still hadn't moved, nor had his breathing changed in the last five minutes. If I were a murderer, it would have been so easy to kill him. I thought he would be paranoid and more alert, but he didn't. And he had...

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Suddenly, his eyes opened. In a lightning move, he nearly pulled me towards him and flipped me around. His weight was crushing me, and he had his arm against mine. neck as he held me under him. My eyes were closed tight with fear, my heart beating so fast at a mile a minute. “Looks like he plans to kill me the day after our wedding,” he said in a dangerous whisper. “Perhaps I shouldn't have taken your words lightly. You really are after my wealth. I opened my eyes and glared at him. "Get off me before you end up getting murdered and I have to pretend to cry at your funeral. His eyes roamed my face before settling on my eyes again.

"Are you supposed to be talking to me like that after breaking into my room?" His body was heavy, pressing me against the bed.

I tried to sit up but he pinned me down, however he took his arm from around my neck and pinned my arms over my head. 'And what am I to do with you?' he asked quietly. 'Turn you over to the police?' I huffed, looking at him. 'And say what?' Did your wife break into your room? I'm sure they would laugh a lot at that. I tried so hard to ignore the way he pressed his hips hard against mine and the sensation made my body arch and burn. His eyes were glaring into mine and they diluted in tone brighter than grey.

Mason frowned at me in sharp anger before walking out of the room. on top of me and sit away.

Embarrassed at being caught, I slid off the bed and turned to him. But he wasn't looking at me.

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He had picked up his cell phone from the nightstand and was looking through it. "I made breakfast," I said nervously, joking. with my hands and biting the inside of my cheek.

“Fine,” he replied disinterestedly, not looking at me. “Unfortunately, I cannot accept. “But enjoy your breakfast. He offered no explanation as he got out of bed and walked to the door on the left side of the room. He came in, stuck his head out, and added, “Get out and don't come into my room again. I hope you remember the rules in our contract, as you were the one who wanted them. So Lauren, cherish them. It was only hours after our wedding and I wanted that a year had already passed. After denying him the breakfast I made him, I left his room angrily and went back to my own room, not wanting to eat anything. I lost my appetite after talking to him. ECA!

How could Mason Campbell be such an idiot? I thought I could accept his rudeness and take it all in, but it was harder to like him with that attitude. If I was going to try to be friends with him, I had to stop getting mad at every little thing he did. I had to remember what he was like, and changing his attitude toward me could take a while. Turtle steps, I reminded myself.

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Chapter 24 - I knew! I just knew! Athena yelled in a burst, not caring at all that we were in public. She approached me. “I knew your marriage to Mason wasn't real. — Shh! Not so high! I looked at her, casting a glance at the people in the cafe and letting out a sigh, glad no one was watching us or hearing what Athena had said. I already regretted telling her in public. But in my defense, I didn't know she would react this way. I thought she would go crazy, not cry out for victory. “For now, Athena. Before they fall in love with true,” Beth promised with a smile. I rolled my eyes and sucked on my straw, already dreading this lunch with my friends. After I got tired of sitting in my room and got the text from Mason saying he had left home, I decided to follow in his footsteps and hang out with my friends and complain to them. Telling Athena about my deal with Mason felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I didn't like lying to her. And if I was going to deal with Mason, I needed someone close to him and someone who knew him well. Who would know him better than his aunt? “We're not going to fall in love. Better get that idea out of your head. Plus he's horrible and incapable of love,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing with anger. I was still mad at him for withholding breakfast. But I blamed myself. I was the one who thought wrong, I believed he could have the coffee

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in the morning with me, right after the wedding.

I thought the good man inside him would show up after we took the vows, but I was wrong. “That's what you think, Lauren. You have to be patient with him. And Mason is a man, you just need to know how to handle him. Use your feminine skills and he will be there for you. I covered my face and groaned at Athena's words. “Please don't get involved in this either. “I don't want him like this, I just need to be his friend, but he's making it so hard! I stomped my feet in frustrated indignation and looked down at my drink. “Are you okay, Laurie? Did you sleep well last night? “Badly,” I replied to Beth. “I woke up very early today and I think which is because it is a new place. I'm not good with changes. “Or it's because her husband isn't paying attention to her. The girls laughed, and I wanted to get out of there, away from their stupid comments and teasing eyes. I chose another option, going into harmless conversation. — How is Jade? At the mention of Jade's name, Athena smiled, the corner of her mouth rising smoothly.

“Still reeling from the shock of you being Mason's wife,” she replied with a laugh. "She came to me and begged him to divorce you and marry her. She said and I quote 'I will make you happier than she is'. “I don't know her, but I believe her,” Beth joked. “If Jade were our friend and married to him, there's no doubt she would listen to us and wouldn't hesitate to make him fall in love with her. “What did you say to her? — I pressed with a little smile and a nod. If only Jade knew this marriage wasn't real, and not

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there was no way Mason would marry her. With or without me in your life.

- That's not my business. And she said she'll talk to you about it. She is willing to lose everything for him. My jaw dropped and I could only stare at her in silence. scared before I recovered. - Wow. “That's right, girl. Athena burst out with a laugh. “Anyway, I'm going to tell you something you should never tell Mason. “If he knew I was telling him this, there is no doubt that he would kill me and see that my body never recovered. I wouldn't lie and say I wasn't that eager to hear what she was going to say, since it seemed like a secret that Mason wouldn't want me to know. I was desperate for anything, something that would make me understand my husband well. She approached us and whispered in a low voice. “Mason has already fallen in love.

Beth's hand slipped off the table in shock and I choked on my straw. "You're making fun of me," I yelled in disbelief, repeating your words in my head. "Mason in love with someone?" - How is this possible? Then my eyes widened in realization. - Wait! Are you talking about Chloe?! Mason fell in love with Chloe? My brows rose in delight. She nodded in confirmation. - She was the girlfriend him in high school.

"The two of them planned their future before Chloe cheated on him with his cousin," Athena replied, genuinely enjoying herself.

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my own amusement, but no surprise that I knew who Chloe was. 'With his cousin?' Beth gasped in disbelief. That one It didn't scare me that much.

“Mason loved her very much. He almost gave up everything for her, but that bitch was fucking his cousin behind his back and laughing about it. She frowned and I could hear the venom in her tone as she continued. “I don't know what happened, but Mason forgave her and took her back. “Turns out the bitch lied to him, and when he realized So, he broke up with her. That was twelve years ago and he still hates her.

“That's why he doesn't trust women,” I pointed out, bewildered. Suddenly, everything he said to me started to make sense, but I wasn't going to condone his bad behavior with me. Not every woman he meets is unreliable. Clearly, he didn't know this or just wanted to be right. Besides, I wasn't sure if that was the only reason he hated women. There was more to it than that, something only he would know.

“Yeah, he thinks all women will do to him what Chloe did. “This completely changes everything,” Beth spoke beside me in delight. I shot her a look as confusion washed over my face. She quickly explained, “It's you! - Sorry? “You have to change it! Everyone who knows you knows you're not like Chloe. Everyone except her husband. You have to change his view of women. Lauren. You have to get him to trust you, and in doing so, the two of you will fall in love! She ran away in excitement. “Bethany, this isn't a movie,” I said in pure annoyance.

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His obsession with making Mason and I fall in love was starting to get on my nerves. “How many times am I going to tell you to drop this? Be worried with your own love life. Or the lack of it. Beth opened her mouth to protest, but must have changed her mind and smirked at me.

“I'm just trying to help you. Lauren. I saw the way you looked at him at the wedding reception. I narrowed my eyes. “The way I looked at him? - Yea! I do not blame you. Mason is a walking god! Any one would be completely mesmerized by it, and so would you. "I wasn't looking at him like that!" - I exclaimed defensively. I didn't even know what she was talking about, but I felt the need to defend myself. “Actually, I was bored looking at him. That part was kind of true. I spent most of my time looking anywhere but at him, at the permanent scowl and clenched jaw I spared myself from seeing. Athena snorted.

- Same? Beth asked, hiding her laughter and pretending to study the tips of her fingernails. “Do you think her gray eyes and her jaw, her lips and your hair boring?

"Is every inch of him from head to toe boring to you?" “Yes,” I replied pointedly, unable to hide my delight in her obvious state of excitement any longer. But I was lying one hundred percent. There was no way for me to tell Beth that I thought Mason so attractive, and how he made my heart race every time

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that I looked deeply into his gray eyes. “Of course, Laurie,” she breathed in a low, admiring whisper. “Let's pretend I believe you. I scoffed. “I haven't invited you guys to talk about him all day,” I complained, knowing that if they kept digging, they'd know my deep, dark secret. I would take my attraction to Mason to the grave. “All I care about right now is finding a job and having something to take my mind off of all the bad stuff that's been going on in my life. “You are very dramatic.

I shot Beth a furious look. “Why didn't you say that before? Athena asked as she picked up her phone and started flipping through it. “I can arrange an interview for you at the company of the my friend. He's really looking to hire someone. My eyes sparkled with joy. - Same? - Yea. As soon as I get that interview, I'll call you. And believe me, he's not like his old boss. “Thank you so much, Athena. You are an angel.

She blinked. “It's the least I can do for the family. Family. I smiled anyway.

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Chapter 25 - Where were you? a deep, unperturbed voice asked as I entered the house. I lifted my head in surprise, releasing a sigh of relief. Mason was standing at the foot of the stairs, sheer arrogance and power of his pose made me feel a little intimidated. But not enough to scare me. "I didn't ask where you went this morning," I replied, closing the door behind me and typing in the security code. I went to the kitchen and he followed me, his footsteps making a small noise in the dead silence. “You could have called or texted, Lauren. Tried your phone so many times.

I opened a cupboard and grabbed a glass, walking to the sink to fill it with water. “Yes, I'm sorry. The battery ran out. I turned to smile apologetically, then stood up and added a dash of good humor. “Don't tell me you were worried about me. I sipped from the glass, fighting a smile. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at me with annoyance and frustration. “I was more worried about you damaging my name. I laughed, shaking my head. — Next time, call or text. “It wouldn't be that hard to do either of those two things, Lauren. I don't want anything to happen to you while you're married to me. You can do whatever you want when you're released from my marriage. - Anything else?

- Dinner is ready.

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I nearly passed out from shock.

Quickly, I cocked my head to the side. 'Did you cook for me?' I asked, slightly surprised. “I've already eaten, but I don't want your hard work to go to waste. “I would take a few bites. I backed away from the sink and walked out of the kitchen to the dining area. His deep voice echoed, stopping me in my tracks. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and turned to face him. He looked annoyed, but he said, “You're not going to impress me by doing this. If you've already eaten, I won't mind if you don't eat the food. I didn't think of you, but I don't want it to go to waste. - I understood.

My stomach clenched as he walked the few feet that separated us and I backed away, making me feel like I was prey and he was a predator. I tried to relax and stopped moving to straighten my posture. - Tell me. Lauren,” he said, as he reached for me with sullen curiosity. - What were you doing? In the morning, you watched me while I slept, made me breakfast, and now you want to have dinner with me after you've already had dinner? My eyebrows rose and I shot him an indignant look. “I wasn't spying. “I was just…” I stopped mid-sentence, knowing the next thing out of my mouth would make me sound kind of bizarre, which was exactly what he was implying. Besides, I couldn't tell out of the blue that I was fascinated by him, that he was a very different person when he wasn't glaring at me or saying something rude. “Were you saying? He scoffed, cupping my chin in his hand and lifting my face to survey it lightly.

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different angles. “You're blushing. Something has. I slapped his hand. “There's nothing,” I snapped. “I just don't like you being in my personal space. He pondered this before moving closer until his feet touched mine and his chest brushed mine. - So? His hot breath hit me in the face and I fought back. the urge to close your eyes. - Are you all right? - Stop this.

- Same? I looked at him and wished my heart would stop beating so hard and fast. “Yes,” I gritted my teeth. - Stay away from me. Mason took a step back, looking dangerous and serious again. “You didn't tell me where you went today. Who did you meet and what did you talk about? - Are you serious? I studied his gray eyes.

I was suddenly taken back to what Athena had said about him. and how he didn't trust any woman.

“I went out to lunch with Beth and Athena and we talked about me. get a job. “If you don't believe me, you can call your aunt and confirm,” I snapped, turning to get as far away from him as possible. - Hope. I paused and stared at him. I knew he wanted to clarify. I could see him fighting with himself over it, but I could also feel that he didn't want to, because it would make him look like he cared what I thought about him and didn't want to worry about me. We looked at each other for a tense moment that seemed to last forever, as if we had invaded each other's souls.

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another and listened to all thoughts and emotions. "Aren't you going to eat with me?"

"Do you still want me to eat?" "Is there a reason not to?" Various. But I didn't say that.

“Of course not,” I replied as my heart pounded uncontrollably against my ribs. “Let me change my clothes and take off my makeup. "And could you get me a glass of juice, please?" — Wow, Lauren. You are forcing. His eyes narrowed, then he took a step closer. — Are you asking me? I thought carefully about how to respond, but then decided I didn't want to get into another argument with him. - Leave it there. Let me take it. I turned and headed for the stairs. I was aware that he remained where he was, watching me climb the stairs, and it didn't calm my mind, it just left me with more questions than answers. This was the quietest dinner I've ever had. I was sitting across from him, playing with my food and sighing every now and then. The only sound you could hear was the sound of our utensils. Every time I wanted to say something, I found I didn't know what to say. Until I say, fuck it. “My mom left us when I was a kid,” I found myself saying out of nowhere. “She just left us and it was just me and my dad. “Mason stopped eating but didn't say anything. Stiffening my spine and ignoring the sharp twinge of pain, I added calmly, “I'm angry. I don't understand how a mother can abandon her daughter like that, how she could easily abandon her family. I grew up hating her and I still do.

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My dad raised me and I can't imagine losing him. His brows drew together over his eyes. “Why are you telling me this? “Because I want you to know me and trust me, even if you find it difficult. He almost looked like he wanted to huff at the idea of trusting a woman. “I'll never be able to trust a woman. I huffed and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms across my chest.

“You know everyone is different, right? We are not all the same. You can't punish us for something someone did to you. His gaze hardened and his features sharpened as he calmly replied, “I never said anyone did anything to me. My heart hammered in my chest and I fought to keep calm. He was good at reading people. “I got that from you,” I quickly replied, hoping he didn't understand my lies. I almost blurted out that I knew the reason he hated women, the reason for the haunted look on his face and the harshness that was on his face. “Whatever, but at the end of the day, you're all the same. I trusted someone and I won't do that again. “Thank you for trying to make me meet you, but I don't want to meet you,” he said with great force. “I don't want you to know me. This marriage is not real. You do not owe me anything. The best thing we can do is get along without burying our noses in each other's business, and when the year is over, we can go our separate ways. Everyone will be happy,” he finished in an impartial, impersonal voice. I stared at him blindly, only half hearing his words. “Right,” I replied blankly.

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"Unless it's not what you want?" - Is what I want. I don't want anything from you anymore. “Good, because you'd only get hurt in the end. I looked down at my plate before a short laugh escaped my lips. 'Something funny?' I looked at Mason to gauge his reaction. It wasn't the naturally cold, suspicious face I'd expected. His eyes held curiosity.

Several things occurred to me but I remembered that I was going to try to be polite, I decided to tell him my truth. - What do you like? - Why? So you can try to seduce me? “Is that what you think? I asked with a laugh and shook my head, leaving my curly hair in disarray. "Are you crazy, Mr. Campbell. You should be a detective. You have the craziest theories. He snorted this time. “I'm over it. “No, but it would be easier to hide the evidence of your crimes. But I think you don't have to be one for that to happen. Do you have any contact with the police? — My crimes.

I waved my hand in the air for emphasis. “Yeah, you know…blackmail, threats and making people disappear. The normal daily activities that you love to casually throw on people. “In the short time I've known you, you've threatened me a million times. He pointed his fork at my plate. "Eat your damn food, Ms. Hart,” he said grimly. I smiled. "You mean Mrs. Campbell.

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“You didn't earn my last name. I batted my eyelashes. “Do you think I will? I teased, my eyes twinkling with mockery at his fixation on me not being good enough for his name. His sarcastic eyes landed on my face. - Not in a million years. You just can't defend the Campbell name, Lauren,” he interrupted softly. “You don't have it in you.

- And I do not want. You Campbells are a bunch of angry idiots who drive people crazy. He was annoyed. Probably so irritated that I didn't notice the words that came out of his mouth next. "Aren't you a Campbell?" I suppressed my squeal of laughter, as well as the response that automatically jumped to my lips. “I thought you said I wasn't. I smiled and watched him. open and close the mouth. — Hah!

“I left you speechless. The beep sound on my phone alerted me that I had received a message and let out a little scream when I read it. - Which is? he demanded. - It's Athena. She got me an interview with a company,” I explained, sending her a quick thank-you message. "And why would she do that?"

I thought his surprise was due to a lack of knowledge about how friends worked and what they did to each other. “That's what friends do. I shrugged. — What company is it? he asked curiously. “I already told you,” I replied, cocking my head to the side and wondering about his tone. “I won't let you spoil everything.

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"How do you think I'm going to screw it up?" “I don't know, Mason. You'd probably end up buying the company just so I wouldn't have to work. "What would I gain by doing that?" Mesmerized by the husky sound of his voice and the strange intensity in his eyes, I swallowed hard. “What have you gained, I think. Stop asking me something I don't know. “You said I would win something, Lauren. - There were a smile in his voice, but I could be imagining it. I shifted in my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Yes, I said.

A slow, reluctant smile appeared on his lips and he shook his head slowly. “I have no interest in doing what you're accusing me of doing. I promised to let you work, didn't I? I only asked because I was curious. “Um, I can't tell you unless I get the job. — If you get the job, try to be a good employee. for your boss. I heard complaints from your last boss. “My last boss was an idiot. Did he forget to mention this to you? I said with narrowed eyes. For a moment he simply looked at me, his wineglass stopped halfway to his mouth, then he shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “He was just doing what he thought was right, but he said he made a terrible decision when he hired you with your weak qualifications. I stared at him. - Oh yes? Did he also say that she is now doing him a big favor? Huh? I demanded with raised eyebrows. His eyes were level with mine, gray and steady; her slightly curious mouth. — Hmm. That sounded like it was one-sided. Are you sure you didn't leave anything out?

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Chapter 26 A knock on the door woke me late in the morning. Opening my eyes to the sunlight, I remembered I wasn't back in my apartment. The knock came again and I uttered a sleepy, “Come in. Looking at the time, I wondered why Mason hadn't gone to work. He was sick? I quickly sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. "I'm not used to being called Mrs. Campbell. “It was a name that wouldn't last, and I'd better not get used to it. With her cheerful smile, her warmth and kindness were unmistakable. — Of course, Lauren.

When Billie left, I quickly finished the last sandwich before heading to the shower. When I got dressed, I went downstairs and into the kitchen, where I could hear her moving. - Hey.

She stopped washing the dishes and turned to smile at me. — Hi, Lauren. Do you need something?

I walked further into the kitchen and sat on a stool. - No. I hope you don't mind that I'm here. “Of course not, dear. "Then she went back to the sink and continued working.

I sat in pleasant silence, watching her work and was curious. "If you don't mind my asking, how long have you been working for Mason?" “Well, I've known him since he was a little boy,” she replied with a mixture of affection and exasperation as she turned to look at me. “He was ten years old to be exact.

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“I worked for his family before Mason moved here and decided he wanted me. He gave me a house and I've been working here ever since. I had a hard time keeping the surprised look on my face. “Wow, that's nice of him. “He is a wonderful man. You're lucky to have it, honey. “I'm not sure it's wonderful and Mason would say the same about me,” I replied with a short, amused laugh. And she was definitely not lucky to have such an uptight husband.

But from the unexpected and happy reaction I got from Billie, it seemed like she didn't quite agree with what I said. “Mason can be a little difficult sometimes. Billie said as she looked over her shoulder at me. Shaking her head, she made a sweeping gesture with her hand and continued, “But who isn't? “You should forgive him sometimes. He wasn't always like that, you know? I was very curious, almost against my will. “Please tell me more. I kept my chin under my palm and stared at her with an anxious face. I can't deny that I don't get excited every time I learn something new about Mason. I was more interested in him than what was going on in my life, and that wasn't healthy for me. Too bad, I didn't always listen to the first warnings of a doctor or myself. And Billie was more eager to feed me. “When I came to work for his family, he was a brilliant kid. He was always laughing, a boy who wanted to please everyone. “And he was pretty smart too, for someone his age. My hands almost slipped off the island.

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She meant every word, I realized, and the knowledge filled me with an almost uncontrollable shock. Brilliant Mason? Did you want to please everyone?

What madness.

The more I learned about him, the more I wondered if the Mason Campbell they knew was abducted by aliens and replaced with a new one, because I couldn't imagine him being that boy she was describing. I prodded, “What about his family? “I instinctively felt there was more about your family that I didn't know. “I heard his brother had an accident and lost his mental balance. It was a touchy subject that I never made the mistake of bringing up with Mason, feeling like nothing good would come of me asking. - Oh yes. What a terrible thing happened to Tom. Billie shook her head with a sad look. “He was such a kind boy, so full of love for everyone and he was also very generous. There was a loving tone in his voice and a sad smile on his face. “Mason really admired Tom.

“When Mason had his heart broken, his brother was the one who picked up the pieces. When that girl and her cousin broke his heart, it affected him, you know? - Yes I understand. I held my breath, waiting for her to continue. While I knew there were more stories behind his anger and hatred than simply a broken heart, maybe I could get another look at this brooding man who was my husband. “So the accident must have hurt him a lot. Billie looked at me. keeping me immobilized. - Bruised? Oh honey, it did him more harm than

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anyone could imagine,” she admitted in a rough whisper, pursing her lips. “Mason blames himself for his brother's accident. They had a fight that night before Tom angrily drove off and flipped the car over the bridge. “He's lucky to be alive today. A faint shadow passed over his face. “Or almost,” I muttered to myself. My heart was breaking for Mason. He never told me that. He vaguely told me that his brother had an accident and nothing more.

“He's been carrying this guilt and pain for years. She put the last plate away and smiled at me. “When he told me he was getting married. I was very happy. “Finally, something good is happening to that man. He already had enough pain in his life. I know you would make him happy, unlike your family. - His family?

Billie wiped her hands on her apron and huffed, anger visible in her eyes. face. “I don't think I told you that I took care of him when he was a boy. Tom was the only friend he had. 'His mother didn't care, always busy with life, his sisters were at boarding school and his father pushed him a lot from a young age. No wonder that boy has changed. Our conversation was interrupted when the doorbell rang. — Let me wait. I jumped off the stool and walked out of the kitchen to open the door. The minute I did, something furry rushed inside, nearly knocking me over. Someone chuckled. - I'm sorry for this. He looks happy to be home. I looked at the voice that had spoken, not fighting the smile

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that appeared on my face. — Hi, Gale. He nodded casually at me. - You may come in. I backed off and let him into the house.

He followed behind me. — I wondered where Prince was. “Mason's obnoxious dog has finally come home. Just great. “Yeah, I took care of him for Mason for a few days. “Can I get you something? He smiled and we both sat down as he shook his head. - No thank you. How are you, Lauren? You look fine, by the way. He took his time running his eyes over me from head to toe. I blushed and played with my fingers. - I am fine. When he didn't say anything, I lifted my head. I stared, finding he grinned broadly. "What's it been like living with Mason?"

I frowned at the question. - Hmm... “You don't have to hide it from me, Lauren. - What do you mean? “More than anything else, it was curiosity that prompted the question. I wanted to know what he thought he knew, and judging by the way he was looking at me, it had to be something big. “I know you two have your differences, and I also know that your marriage is nothing more than a business. I had to hide my amazement and shock before cracking a small smile. So Mason could talk, but I couldn't? It's not like I was going to do this, but I remembered him staying angry when I said that Beth knew about our business. "Actually, I was the one who suggested he get married as soon as possible."

possible,” Gale added, cutting off my thought.

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“I didn't think he was going to marry the woman I expected to date. I opened and closed my mouth, not knowing what to say to him. “But I can wait. - He smiled. There was nothing wrong with Gale, but I couldn't imagine dating him. Sure, he had everything a woman could want, but he just wasn't the only one. “I don't know when Mason arrives,” I said at last, hoping he would understand that I wanted him to leave. Fortunately, he was an intelligent man, because he got to his feet. “I think I'm leaving now. i have a lot of things to catch up, but it was good to see you again. Lauren. I smiled back at him. - You too. “I will definitely come back when I have time. I nodded and followed him to the door, watching him leave before closing it and leaning against the door when I heard a growl in front of me. I opened my eyes and gasped, jumping to the other side as Prince tried to attack me. I screamed. - What the hell. Prince!

I spent hours trying to get in and make friends with Prince. The dog was impossible, as was its owner, and I was pretty sure he understood what I was saying. After Gale left him, he started following me. Every time I tried to move, he growled at me, almost as if he didn't want me to touch anything. It reminded me of its owner. Prince was just like him, and I could hardly live with one Mason, let alone two. The minute I heard the sound of his car and the front door opening, I was quick to appear in front of him, not hiding my excitement when he walked in with his briefcase. - You came back!

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Mason turned to look at me, his brows arched to my smiling face. “You look happy,” he said, loosening his tie. “I was bored of looking at my cell phone,” I replied. “That's why I asked Gale to bring Prince back. I raised an eyebrow. “You know he hates me, right? “I know,” he said with a hint of a playful smile. “That's exactly why I wanted him back. To make your life hell when I'm not here to do it. Shaking my head in disbelief, I said in a light tone, “You're horrible. He paused, then smiled, watching me with lowered lashes. Thanks. What else? If there's nothing, I need to shower and head to my office. My lips parted a little. "You just got back from office and want to work again? Does your brain ever rest? “I'm the CEO of Campbell Industry. I have no right to rest. I couldn't help but laugh briefly at that, and excitedly, I remarked, "Is that why you're always so tense?" “Enjoy the rest of your night, Lauren. "He moved. walking away from the door and up the stairs.

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Chapter 27 Rolling over on the couch, I stared at the ceiling. the boredom was really killing me.

I looked at Prince, who was lying on the floor, playing with his chew toy. Normally, at this time, Beth and I would watch a movie, or decide to go out and talk all night. All those little things we used to do, I was missing. But Beth wasn't here, Mason was. But Mason would rather work than live a little. The man he was a workaholic, and if he didn't take it easy, he would get sick.

I could never understand why people who owned a company were workaholics. I used to think it was because they had no one to go home to, and their lives were so lonely they filled her with paperwork and drowned in it so she wouldn't stand by her window and realize how empty their lives were. It was very sad.

So they wouldn't have to feel sorry for themselves. Being a workaholic was just a cover-up for that. At least, that's what I thought before. But being married to one, it seemed that wasn't the case. Mason had to get home, even though we weren't close or anything, but I was still there. Waiting. Would he realize this alone? Not. A big idea formed in my head and I sat up with a smile, looking at Prince who, to my surprise, was looking right at me, as if he knew what I was thinking and was warning me not to. “Listen Prince, do you want Mason to get sick? - I asked

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to the dog, who still hasn't reacted to my question. Not that I expected him to. “I need to get you away from work, don't you think? Again, the dog did not respond. I was crazy to think he could communicate with me, but I knew Prince was smart. “Come here, boy. He huffed and looked away, turning back. for your chew toy. — Prince! He lifted his head and growled at me, his sharp teeth making me lean farther away from him. — Bad dog! I said, pointing my finger at him. He rose from his position and began to gracefully walk away from me. I guess Mason isn't the only one I've pissed off to the point where they feel the need to get away from me.

— Prince, wait! I grabbed his collar and stopped him, crouching in front of him. I ran my hand over her head and smiled. “Listen, boy, you have to help me. We need to get Mason out of his job. You want him to be okay, right? would you help me? He barked back. - Good boy. I tiptoed over to Mason's office with Prince behind me. I wasn't going to lie, at some point I thought he was going to start barking and ruin my plan, but he stayed quiet and obedient. He followed my orders. He was more submissive than Mason had ever been.

Opening the door carefully so he wouldn't be alerted, I peeked in through the small opening, my eyes falling on Mason, who was behind his desk, hard at work. Every five seconds, he would frown and rub his forehead with his fingertips. I knew he was stressed. The harder he worked, the worse it got for him, but he was too stubborn to take a break.

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Too proud to admit he was just like everyone else, a normal human being who gets tired from time to time. He was not a machine. I had to be the one to save him from himself. Prince nudged me in the leg. - You know what to do. Take his papers and bite him if you have to. Go ahead. I pushed him inside and quickly hid, chuckling silently. I felt silly. I felt like a schoolgirl breaking down a rule for the first time. Who said a grown woman can't be childish sometimes? Ten seconds later, I heard nothing. I frowned. Prince should get the papers that Mason was working on and get out of there. Did the dog even understand my language? I thought he was smart. Was I lied to all along? I realized that if I needed something, I should never ask a dog. I decided to check it out myself, and when I peeked inside, I was surprised to find an empty office. Huh?

Where could they have gone? Was there a secret door I wasn't aware of? Did they leave me behind waiting like the idiot I was? Was I too busy laughing in my head to realize they'd left the office? Let's find out. I opened the door slowly, walked in and approached the table to give a look, thinking they might be hiding there. But suddenly, remembering who I was dealing with, I laughed at this. My fingers brushed the custom black pens, the pile of papers and paper clips, trying to make my mark there, more or less. I heard the door slam and the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking.

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I turned and faced Mason's smirk, then looked at Prince, who was wagging his tail in glee. That damn dog! What a traitor! “Take her,” he ordered. Prince barked once and my eyes widened as I realized what was about to happen. I didn't register the scream that escaped my lips as Prince threw his body against me. He started chasing me around the office, trying to bite me as its owner had ordered. Both had no mercy.

- I'm sorry! - I screamed - not knowing who I was talking to. apologizing. Mason or Prince, who I had underestimated. I ducked under the table and crawled out just as quickly as I realized Prince could easily reach me there. — Prince, pare!

He kept barking and chasing me as we hit whatever was in our paths. I don't think Mason cared about the mess we were making if he was getting a scream out of me. He was probably enjoying this, that bastard. I couldn't even leave because he had locked the door and was standing in front of it, guarding the exit. Finally, I ran to him, hiding behind his back and breathing hard and fast. Prince stood in front of him, wagging his tail in delight. I looked up to him for his betrayal. Mason reached behind him and grabbed my arm, bringing me to stand in front of him. It was his turn to meet my dark gaze. “Lauren,” he muttered, with an odd note of emphasis. in your voice.

“You thought you could turn my dog against me. I drew my gaze up to his shoulders, his jaw, his intense gray eyes.

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He smiled devilishly. “Humans may be unfaithful, but dogs will always remain loyal. I looked deeply. “I should have thought twice about trusting him. I can't believe you were going to let him bite me. He came closer and I took a step back, feeling him close by a warmth, a presence that made me stiffen with awareness.

His hands that were now on my shoulders kept me pressed against the table; his body planted solidly in front of me prevented any movement in any direction. - What did you expect? he asked softly, looking for me with fun. “I was just returning the favor. I didn't share your fun. "What if I had died of a heart attack from fear?" Or slip and smash my skull against the table? In the silence that roared in my ears, he approached. “Now, you're just being dramatic. “Something you're known for. He placed his hands on my chin and lifted my head, checking my face and then lowering his gaze to my body before returning to my face. “And you look good to me. His minty breath hit my nose. I scoffed back. “Why do you like to look for my problem? “I don't look for trouble. They just follow me. Like a magnet. I pulled away and took a step beyond him. But he turned with me, caught me as I moved. His arm pinned me back against his chest. He bent his face to the curve of my throat. I felt his mouth against the soft skin just below my ear. "I won't protect you from Prince next time," he muttered.

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Grabbing his sleeve, I pulled away forcefully. I walked quickly to the other side of the room and stared at him, rubbing my hands up and down his sleeves as if trying to erase his touch. — Sit down, Lauren. A long silence followed his words. “Unless you're scared. - Afraid? From you? Never,” I exclaimed, crossing my arms. Mason looked at me, smiled weakly, and shook his head. “Then sit down. I obeyed and sat on the leather sofa, watching him return to your desk and sit down, getting back to work. "So how was work today?" “I knew he wouldn't answer me, or he would scold me for being nosy. But it surprised me when it did, and honestly. 'A little stressful, but when is it not?' he said without looking up. “And we have to launch our product by the end of the year. Someone told me that my rival company will be releasing a product soon. I can't have that confrontation with my release. "Would it be that bad?" “Companies always have tough competition, Lauren. They would stop at nothing to bring your company down and it all depends on the type of product you are launching and the time of launch. - I don't understand. - It's very simple. For example, my company and Sanders are planning to release a product soon. If I do it first, it's bad because it's close to its own release. “No one pays much attention to others when another company launches their new product, and if I waited a few more months, I'd lose a lot of money in the process. “This is brutal,” I commented. “This is business.

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I digested this for a moment before asking, “It's the drone project, right? The one I attended meetings for? Mason replied with a slight nod, still not looking for me. “Originally yes, but there have been some changes. “Don't worry, it's going to be okay. I'm sure your team will not let you down. He looked amused. “I'm not worried. “Yes, because you're a crazy machine that doesn't feel anything. Slowly, he lifted his head. The mere hint of a smile graced his lips. "Your job interview is tomorrow, correct?" I'll ask Coop to take it. He's going to be your personal driver now. I looked into your face. - Is that you?

“I can drive to work. I am very capable of doing this. A flash of humor briefly lit my eyes. “That's not really Mason Campbell. Drive to work. Tsk, tsk, what would people say? “They don't say anything because it's none of their business. He raised both eyebrows before turning back to his work again. I smiled briefly and stood up. — Hm. Okay, I'll leave you to your work. I'll go upstairs, watch something and then sleep. Good night, Mason. “I headed for the door. “Good night,” he calmly replied. I smiled.

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Chapter 28 “Hello, I'm Lauren Campbell. I'm here for the interview. The woman stopped typing on her computer and looked at me with wide eyes. Earlier, when I walked in, she could barely look at me or acknowledge my presence. I had to wait about ten minutes before she called me. I was already used to that kind of attitude from working at Campbell Industry. His rude behavior was nothing but a piece of icing on a cake. — Lauren Campbell? She repeated my name admiringly, adjusting your rimmed glasses.

— I will tell Mr. Black that you are here. - And she gave the back at his desk, running to his boss's office. Sitting back in my chair, I waited a few minutes before to see her run out of her boss's office, smiling at me. “He will see you now. - Thanks. I walked past her, noticing how she was looking at me like I was an attraction at a zoo or museum. Shaking my head, I entered Mr. Black. — Mrs. Campbell! I'm Jerome Black, head of the department,” exclaimed Mr. Black, rising from his chair to shake my hand. “It's nice to finally meet you. "Likewise," I replied politely as I sat down. “I was overjoyed when I got the news that Mason Campbell's wife wanted to work here,” Jerome said with all the joy he could muster. “This is an opportunity we couldn't pass up. I tried to hide my disappointed face. - Oh yes. I'm here for the... interview? Here's my resume. I handed it to him, but Jerome didn't take it, smiling at me as if he'd seen a

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snack. — Interview? I can't interview you, Ms. Campbell. - What do you mean? 'It's your job!' He announced delightedly. "And congratulations on being promoted too!" My jaw dropped. - Sorry? “I couldn't help hiding my shock or revulsion. I could have misunderstood. He couldn't have offered me a job without an interview and a promotion. All in less than 10 seconds. "Oh, you have nothing to worry about!" Here. He pushed an empty piece of paper and a pen at me. — Write down how much you want your salary to be. “You'll be a great addition to the company. He laced his fingers together in front of him and grinned widely, baring his teeth. “Oh, I can only imagine where the company would go with Campbell Industry's help. With you working here, I'm sure your husband would be very happy to work with us. By now, my mouth was hanging in shock. I was in disbelief and denial of how it had all just happened. Jerome Black wasn't interested in me, he was more interested in what Mason would do for him and his company. I got the job not because he saw that I was qualified for it, but because I was Mrs. Campbell, wife of powerful businessman Mason Campbell. "Excuse me," I said firmly, picking up my resume. as I got up. - Thank's for your time. Mr. Black but I don't think it will to roll. - Motherfucker. - Wait! he yelled in panic, but I didn't stop to entertain him. I left the company with my heart beating against my box

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thoracic. I wanted to scream in rage, but I could only hold back until I entered the car.

"Home, ma'am?" — Yes, Coop. Take me Home. It was all Athena's fault! She was the one who listed my name as Lauren Campbell, or I wouldn't have to go through what I went through now.

Looking out the window, part of me was glad I didn't work there, but another part was sad not to have a job. I was back to square one again.

Should I just keep looking for jobs online or should I keep my pride down and ask Mason for help? Not. I groaned. I wouldn't ask for your help. no matter how much hard was, I wouldn't be able to do that. When I get home, I'll have to look for jobs myself. I wouldn't depend on my rich husband to get one for me. I could do this. After all, I had done this before. Unlocking my phone, I stopped at Mason's name and thought about texting him. I blocked it and put it back in my bag, deciding otherwise.

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Chapter 29 Mason's car was parked outside when I got home. He was supposed to be at work by now, so what was he doing at home? He wasn't in the living room when I walked in, but he decided to check out his office, finding it empty. But then I heard voices coming from the library. I didn't think to knock on the door and walked straight in, stopping at the entrance

when several eyes moved and looked at me. He wasn't alone. “Sorry to bother you,” I apologized sheepishly, looking at Mason. “I just saw your car. Allow me to leave you then. I quickly walked back outside and closed the door, wanting to kick myself. I had no idea he had meetings at home. I started to walk down the hall when I heard the sound of a door opening and closing, soft footsteps following me. — Lauren.

I turned at the voice and soothed when he approached that I didn't even breathe, and my eyes remained fixed on him as he, without hesitation, settled himself in front of me with both hands in his pockets. When I finally needed to breathe, I could smell his cologne. “Hi, I'm sorry to come in like that,” I said, voice corny and grinning as usual, eyes steady and unblinking. “I didn't know you had visitors. “It got out quickly, but I was glad I got out consistently. There was a moment when nothing happened—no one moved, no one spoke, stares and I thought he wouldn't say anything. He took his hands out of his pants pockets.

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The pause might only last a few seconds, but somehow way I felt like we had been stuck there for hours. He shifted a little, lowering his eyes, and there was joy and something as a consideration in his tone when he replied, “All right. — I decided to leave work early today. we were almost ending when you entered. — Oh. “I was thinking of a word, but I didn't think he was satisfied with it. My gaze locked firmly on his, even though my tone wavered a little. - Even so. Sorry for popping in out of nowhere. I will hit next time. He didn't pull away, but he shrugged, which I took as an agreement. He decided to ask, "How was your interview?" How are you? I parted my lips to tell him when his phone rang, interrupting the conversation. He looked down at me. “I have to go back. “I'll meet you when I'm done,” he promised, low enough to almost be a purr as he bent over, so his face was level with mine as he brushed a lock of my hair, his fingers ghosting through my hair. my face.

I blinked and the moment was gone. - OK.

I went back to my room, showered and changed my clothes. I made myself something to eat before heading into the living room, sitting comfortably in a nice chair that I discovered was Mason's favorite chair. But he never made me get up when we were in the living room, something that warmed my heart. It was a short hour and a half before he walked in as I scanned my phone, looking for available jobs. — No.

- Hey. I didn't look up, but I felt him sit across from me and my gaze found him, leaning back on a sofa, crossing his arms.

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arms across the chest and crossing the long legs. — How was the interview? he asked with intent eyes. I made a sad face when I remembered what happened before and he easily interpreted it. 'Was it that bad?' Looks like you didn't get the job. “Oh, I made it. "Then why do you look like someone who wants to have ten shots of vodka?" I kept the cell phone down and my head lifted. “I didn't take the job,” I muttered solemnly. His expression was coldly remote, revealing no hint of his thoughts. “I thought you wanted a job, Lauren. You were happy about it,” he replied in his deep, husky voice. - Yes I know. “Please don't make me ask again. What happened in the interview? I opened my mouth to tell him it was nothing. But one The look of his icy gray eyes stole the inclination. “They didn't want me. They wanted Mason Campbell. He frowned in confusion and I explained further, “I already said tell you that Athena was the one who got the interview for me? “Turns out she went by my name Lauren Campbell, not Lauren Hart. "She tends to do things she shouldn't," he said. slowly. His eyes were lazy. I couldn't agree with him. A flutter of irritation was building into something firmer. - Yes well. when the boss found out I was his wife, he became more interested in giving me the job and even promoting me. Without even interviewing me, without even looking at my resume!

A slow smile appeared on his lips. "I think that hurts your ego?"

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I exclaimed: — Yes! I was so glad I found a job and you ruined it. Devilish eyebrows rose. “I didn't ruin anything, Lauren,” he said in his gravelly voice, and it wasn't really fair the way he messed with something in me. I groaned. “I know, but I feel a little better blaming you. “My, I really thought I'd have a job. I wanted to pull my hair and scream to vent some anger, but that would give Mason the opportunity to insult me even more. Calling me childish and worse. Although his voice was soft, I could see in his jaw that something was bothering him. - What's the company's name?

My eyes searched his face for any hint of joke or threat, and I wasn't sure what I saw, but it wasn't. It was just Mason. Just your focus, steady and sure as ever. - What will you do? I asked suspiciously, and he didn't answer right away, just tilted his head back and looked at something. “That's none of your business.

I crossed my arms, keeping my guard up. “Then I won't tell you. - It's all right. He had that perpetual smile built into his face that I could never understand what it meant. “I can ask Coop to tell me, and it's too bad you can't do anything about it. I'm his boss. - Oh yes? Well, I'm the boss's wife,” I shot back. He just laughed. “That doesn't change anything. His eyes watched me lazily and even that small gesture set my stomach on fire. “I need a drink! - I got up, running away from him.

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to go to the bar. “If I'm going to be unemployed, I need to drown my sadness in alcohol. “You understand how pathetic that would be, right? - He called me. I turned around in time to see him smile at me in a way I expected to be condescending, but it wasn't. His tone was just a fraction softer than usual. “Who cares what you think? I said, and hoped my tone conveyed that. Life sucks when you have nothing to do. When your friends are too busy to answer your calls or text you, that's when you realize how lonely the world can be. I was eating my second slice of pizza, leaning against my bedpost while watching the show on TV. I was barely paying attention because I was mostly trying to think of plan B. All the jobs I applied for still hadn't called me for an interview, and I felt like that was never going to happen. And there I was, sitting on my bed and drowning my sadness in pizza and coke. The more I ate, the more I realized that hunger played a small part in making me feel depressed about myself. Someone knocked on the door a few times, and without looking up, I invited them in.

My eyes weren't on the door, but the scent of his cologne made me realize who was in my room. I looked into his eyes as they locked on mine. Something in me ignited at the intimacy of our gaze, but I swallowed the flame so deep it only managed to reach my toes. “I wanted to see how you were. He sat in the only chair and gave me a cold look. - How is it going? - I am great.

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“You're a terrible liar. I shrugged. “Not everyone has the gift of lying like you do.

- I do not lie. There was a squeaky tone to his voice before he looked at the TV. — Oh, swear? My tone was relaxed, even soft, and I managed an expression that I didn't give a damn so well that if he didn't know me well, he might have been fooled. “I find it sad.

I dropped the slice of pizza in the box and climbed out of bed, trying to walk to the door. He took my arm and turned me to face him. His face was serious, his beautiful mouth set in a sullen shadow. “I didn't come here so we could piss each other off,” he muttered. "Frankly, I'm here to help you with your... - Boredom? I asked with raised eyebrows. when he couldn't find the right word to say. - I guess so? I took a deep breath. — Well, I'm watching a series, call Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Would you like to join me? — To watch an American series? He hesitated and then He shrugged his shoulders a little. “Sure Lauren, why not? "Would you be able to handle it?" Not your kind of show, you know? “I let it hang in the air between us briefly, before continuing, “You can always back off. — I don't waste my time watching useless programs that don't will give me nothing. There was a dryness in his voice.

He turned me around to walk back to the bed and gently took his hand off my arm. - What a surprise. I crawled under the covers, watching him sit back in the chair, crossing his legs.

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"So you watch the news?" Football?

- No. — Cooking shows? reality shows? “I read the paper,” he muttered, and if he was lying, he really was good at it. — Who reads the newspaper?

He smiled and shrugged.

“Come and sit here. I patted my side on the bed. He looked at me suspiciously, as if he expected me to jump him, and I almost let a laugh escape my lips. Holding back the dark intensity of her gaze, he asked, "Why?" “Unless you don't trust yourself. I knew he was struggling to suppress his annoyance when he replied, “Watch your show, Lauren. “Come here,” I tried again. There was no reason to press, no reason to want him to stay in bed with me and watch a show with me, but I wanted him to. He took a moment to analyze my features, taking me in as he always did. “Just don't touch me. I smiled and shook my head. “I promise I'll be a good girl. Brave silver eyes gleamed at me. Mason gave me a lazy smile. “There's nothing respectful in what you just said. I gave a short laugh in return.

I watched him walk over to the bed, and the whole time I was wondering how the hell I managed to get him to watch something and sit next to me. He didn't even fight.

Was he finally liking me?

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Could we really end up being friends? I backed away to make more room for him, and he looked at me with an unreadable expression before sinking into the bed, both legs on the floor. Well, I never expected him to appear on the covers with me. We started watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine, a show Beth and I watched when we had nothing to do. At every step, I was into a lot of the funny scenes and was really having fun with him, although he just stared at me like I was crazy every time I burst into laughter. “You really don't find that funny? - No. 'Do you know what you need?' I sat on my knees, my back blocking the view of the screen. “You need to let go. I think I have something for you. I jumped out of bed and went to the fridge, opened it and took out a bottle of a strong liquor I had, but I never got around to opening it. — Tcha-ram! I exclaimed, showing him the bottle with the eyebrows raised. - What you think? He sighed and crossed his leg over the other. “I think I'd hate to find a bottle of mine missing. The smile faded from my face. - I'm just kidding. “For someone who likes humor, you should have understood. “No, I think it's just because you're kind of stupid sometimes, and I never know if you're kidding or not. For the second time today, he rolled his eyes. "So how about two drinks with Mrs. Campbell, Mr. Campbell? I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, a small smile appearing at the curve of my mouth. “Do you dare?

- I am going to work tomorrow.

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"It's only two drinks!" Don't be a killjoy. He watched me for a moment before standing up and closing the distance between us. Each step was deliberate and slow enough that if I really wanted to, I could turn and run. But I didn't run. I stayed perfectly still, even when there was no more space between us. “Two drinks can mean two more drinks and suddenly the bottle will be empty and you'll have me right where you want me. He stood next to me, looked into my eyes for a few seconds before looking at the bottle and leaning over to take it away from me. “Vulnerable and at your mercy,” he finished in a whisper. soft, hot mint breath on my face.

He turned and started walking away with the bottle. “How long have you been thinking about this? I asked with a hint of humor. He paused and turned around. “Just the moment I opened the fridge and got the bottle, I think. I went to him and my mouth curved slyly, pressing a little closer to him. He allowed my arm to slide around his neck, running my fingers through his soft hair. Mason looked at me with his dark eyes that were searching my eyes for answers. His eyes always took away everything but the heat that filled the air between us whenever we were this close. I hated and craved at the same time. In a soft, husky voice I could muster, I muttered, “I don't have to get you drunk to get what I want or do what I want.

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I watched as he pressed his lips together a little like it was too much for him. Really, it was too much.

I shouldn't be fighting fire, but I wanted to get burned. To taste it. He closed his eyes for about a second before opening them, looking up at me as he gripped my arm, once and hard, and dropped it to my side, pushing me away from him. He took a step back, creating a necessary distance. I looked at him. I could see his face clearly, and he had a strange expression staring at me weakly. Something twisted in the air between us, something I didn't understand. As I started to smile, I realized that we were both falling into a big pit of thorns that we seemed to have dug for ourselves.

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Chapter 30 5 days later I got a job. “And this is Daisy,” Rachel, my new boss, said as she finished. to introduce me to your team. She was a lot nicer than my previous boss, a little cheerful and energetic. I think I would really like her. She was so colorful from head to toe. His team smiled warmly at me as they each sat in the meeting room. Rachel looked around at everyone in the room. “As you can see, we have a new colleague on the team.

“We're all one big family, so please make Lauren feel at home. — Everyone agreed and the meeting it started. When we left the meeting room, I had the biggest smile on my face. That was the first time I really felt at home and was included in something. Thinking back a few hours ago, when I was nervous to think that the environment was the same as Campbell's Industry, I wanted to laugh at how quick I was to judge these people without having spoken to any of them. Two hours later, I was working on something for Rachel when my phone rang in my bag. I pulled it out and a smile appeared on my face. - Hey.

"Doesn't your office have a policy that says you shouldn't call anyone at work?" I asked, the smile on my face growing bigger by the second. His soft laugh reached my ears. - I'm the boss. I make the rules, I just don't follow them.

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My lips curved. — How can I help you, Mr. Campbell? It was so weird for him to call me, especially during the day, since all he's done since I've met him is call me at dawn. That was definitely invigorating. The casual way he was talking to me, not ordering me around or making rude comments as usual. “I'm taking you to lunch today,” he replied dryly. — Are you interested?

His offer surprised me because it came out of nowhere, but I was glad he was offering to have lunch with me and who was I to say no? "A chance to have lunch with Mason Campbell?" I can get an autograph later? “I did. “If you want, I'll give you a picture too,” he teased back. - What do you think about this? - Perfect. My social networks are going to rock today. Meet you at noon? “I'll send Coop to get you. See you later. - Goodbye. The minute I hung up, I screamed softly. I had no idea where this happiness was coming from, but I knew Mason was the reason for it. Around noon, Coop was waiting for me downstairs. I touched up my makeup and put on some red lipstick, grabbing my bag before stepping into the elevator. Coop got out of the car when he saw me getting out and opened the back door for me.

- Hey, Coop?

- Yes ma'am? I put my hand out. "Can I have the key, please?" He didn't hesitate before turning around the car and coming back with the key.

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of the car in hand.

- Thanks. I smiled, looking through my bag and pulled out a hundred pounds. - Here. “I gave it to him. “You can go home by taxi. I will direct myself. He looked distressed. "But ma'am... I cut him off with another smile. “Don't worry, Mason won't say anything. I'm perfectly capable of driving. Go home or go out and have fun. What's better for you. With a nod, he replied, “All right, ma'am. Have a good day.

- You too. I waved at him and got in the car, turning on the motor.

I texted Mason that I was out of Campbell Industry. Looking at the tall building, being back there felt a little strange. A month ago I was just working there and was now married to the owner. You don't really know what the future holds for you until you start living it. I never would have thought that I would find myself where I am today.

- What are you doing? I lifted my head and showed a smile to my husband, who was looking at me through the window. - I am driving. "What happened to Coop?" “I gave him a day off. Everyone deserves a day off every now and then. "Are you sure you're a good driver?" Mason asked with the look of someone who had little confidence. "Have you ever had an accident?" — Mr. Campbell, are you scared for your life? - I I asked with a wry smile. “When it comes to you, I have to be,” he replied. His tone carried a distinct note of annoyance and weariness. “Don't worry, I'll bring you back safe and sound. Without any

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scratch. He rolled his eyes in response and backed away, clearing the way to open the back door. I stopped him immediately. - No no. “What do you think you're doing? — Getting in the car? It is not obvious?

“Come back here and sit in the front. I'm your wife, not your driver. His gray eyes narrowed, letting me know he was angry at my words. “I never sit in the front. “I shit for you, your highness. Either you come here or we will have to spend the night here. Mason paled. - You are unbelievable. I shook my head, pointing my finger at the seat in front of me. My front. — Yeah, yeah. “You can say what you want, but you're going to sit in the front. I thought I had overstepped my bounds, that there was no way for Mason to sit up front, but he opened the front door and slipped inside, and it took me about five seconds before I snapped out of the shock I was trapped in. "Do you think you're my boss?" “Do you really want me to answer that? I raised my eyebrows and indicated where he was sitting. “Seeing how you're sitting up front? “I should never have tried to make friends. - His voice was husky as if he had to force the words out. I quickly glared at him and scoffed, looking at the road. - Sorry? Since when do you try to make friends? I was the one who tried. Me, not you,” I reminded him. "Do you always have to feed your own ego?" I could see the contempt with which he said this as if he were feeling disappointed. — Hah! That's funny coming from you. - Where are you going? I said we were going to the Stars Restaurant.

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This is not the right way.

“Oh, I know. "You know and you still won't turn around?"

“We're going somewhere else, so be quiet,” I said, wanting to hit him with something. “You're not allowed to speak until we get there. "You can't just... I put my hand to my lips. — Shh! - Which... — Shhhh! He opened his mouth, but I beat him. — Shh, shh! His face showed pure annoyance and he had no choice but to keep quiet because he knew I was just as stubborn as he was. Maybe even more than him. I knew the perfect place to take him to lunch, although it wasn't the place he intended to go or would want to go if he knew, but that place was special to me. And I didn't know why I was taking him there. I shouldn't take you there. - What place is this? Mason asked the moment I parked the car. We were in another part of London, but I knew bringing him was a good idea. He needed something different. Also, I knew that the six-star restaurant he was taking me to lunch would not be as good as the restaurant in Togo. — The only place where you can eat the best food. Food is better than what you're going to waste your money on,” I replied, getting out of the car. “How do you know about this place? Mason asked as he closed the door, looking around as if he felt disgusted and uncomfortable being there. “My father and I used to come here. we had many

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memories and it's a special place for me. It reminds me of the old days. Makes me happy. He nodded absently. - Are you sure it's a healthy environment? Was it inspected by the health surveillance? I laughed, walking over to him to hook my arm through his, feeling him so close to me. I ignored the jolt of electricity that went through me and I knew I wasn't the only one feeling it. “Mason, you're going to be fine. I know it's the first time you've been to a place like this, but it's not the end of the world. I will protect you. He looked at my teasing smile. - We will. We entered Togo and the owner, Rafael, smiled at me when he saw me. — Lauren! It's good to see you again.

- Hi Rafael. Nice to see you too. Rafael nodded, then shifted his gaze to Mason. I quickly added, “This is my friend, Mason. I could almost feel Mason's deep glow, but I wasn't looking at him. “I'm her husband,” he corrected brusquely. My eyes looked up at him in mild shock. Rafael smiled, looking at me. - You got married! Congratulations, Lauren. Please, food is on the house. — We found a table in the back. “You introduced yourself as my husband,” I said in shock. - I know. - Why would you do that? "Because I'm your husband?" — False husband.

He shook his head. "There is no such thing as a false husband if I put the ring on your finger and make the vows with you.

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— Temporary husband. Mason ignored what I said and changed the subject. - Then, have you been coming here for years?

I agreed. “Five years, but since my father got sick, I couldn't bear to eat here alone. “But you're here now. “I have you with me now. His eyebrows lowered. “So you're using me? I laughed. “It wouldn't hurt to do that once in a while. - He he mumbled something and I laughed. “Are you really mumbling? - Shut up.

Our food was served and I watched Mason's expression go from a frown to an insecure look. I knew he wouldn't touch his food, so I picked up my fork and grabbed a piece of dough for him, moving it toward him. - What are you doing? “Feeding you.

- How it is? His startled, confused voice rang in my ears. “You wouldn't do such a thing. We are...

“Do you really want to start arguing? I asked, arching my eyebrows at him. - We will. Open your mouth. He looked deeply at me. I waved the fork in the air. “I'm waiting, Mason. His eyes narrowed. “I swear if you don't take it, I'm going to make a scene right now. He swore and snatched the fork from my hands, bringing it to his mouth. I smiled in triumph and he looked somberly at me. - Happy? — Immensely. Does it taste good?

He shrugged. — It's ok.

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- OK? I doubt it. “You said you had good memories with your father here? I nodded in response. “When did you start coming here? “I think a year after Mom left us. Dad was the one who found him, actually. We always celebrate our birthdays here. It kind of became a ritual. At least… that was before he got sick. "Did you speak to your mother after she left?" I lowered my face. “No, I haven't seen her since that night she left,” I replied weakly. “I didn't talk to her either, but Dad did sometimes. I looked up just in time to see the sad expression he hurriedly removed from his face. his face. - And you want? - Definitely not. I never want to meet that woman. If I found her by accident, I would walk away and pretend I didn't see her. “It's okay to be angry, Lauren, but she's your mother. You cannot change it. “Mason, please,” I said, trying not to get annoyed with him. He would never understand how selfish that woman was. She didn't care about anything but herself, so she didn't deserve anything from me. - You do not understand.

— Allow me to disagree. You said your mother left you, and my mother didn't. However, she abandoned me as a child. You took your responsibilities and threw them on someone else. “She never paid attention and she never felt like a mother. At least you've had a few good years with yours. So yes, Lauren. I understand how it is. "And you forgave her anyway?" - I needed. She is my mother, but the relationship never can be repaired. Holding on to hate and anger gets you nowhere.

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I didn't care if it would get me anything or not. It was where Mason and I were different. He was able to forgive someone, but I couldn't. No matter how much it seemed to the contrary, when someone it broke my heart, it was hard to get it back. It was hard to forgive her.

- Can I ask you something? - Ask away. “Can you tell me about you and Chloe? I clenched my jaw, waiting for his anger to flare up and for him to dismiss me roughly. I waited for him to tell me that I was a busybody and that I should mind my own business. Seriously, I should have mind my own business. He sighed and rubbed his neck. “Another time, I promise. One thing I knew about Mason Campbell, he always kept his promise.

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