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d. No, I didn't hook up with anyone last night. Luckily, I'm single these days, which is

yself. I hopped out of bed and glanced at the clock. "What? 5 AM? At least whoever

nnoyed. Seriously, I should call the police because he's acting like a stalker. I don't understand what's goin

ed huskily, checking out my body slowly. I'd love to tear

away, Steven, there's nothing between us anymore. I'm not your baby. Stop bothering me,"

. I do love you. I miss your b

top! I never said I was in love with you. That was just a failed rela

e up. You're mine," he said, drooling over me. I have no idea why I forgave

g the son of an ambassador won't give you more power than me. I'm not a weak woman, and my connections could kick you out of th

n, and don't forget that sleeping with me is a sin in your

me because no one can do that! Before saying any more crap, I'll cut your f*cking tongue!"

ct like a loving victim?' I hate this country. Now I need to pack and leave for the airport immediately. I need

sh you were still here. I miss you so much, you were the big sister who gave me advice. If only I'd listened to you,

friends, my terrible relatives, drinking every night, and all the guys I dated - no one stood by me except Pamela.

things and losing millions. The crazy part is that I wasn't even that superficial. Maybe I just couldn't belong in

t and boarded the flight to Italy, ignoring all of Steven's calls and texts. I

o myself. Or in other words, I was blaming myself for destroying my life and losing a

businessmen talking loudly. In my typical rude, arrogant fashion, even when I'm broke, I snapped

slowly turned to me, raising his eyebrows. "Look who's talking

ind of guy I'm looking for - blue eyes, dark hair, tall, broad-shouldered, and ta

and and throwing it in his face. "There, now we're even. Don't you

"I'm not scared, pretty. No one has ever dared to shout

ndsome, take your hands off me, or I'll open the emergency door and push you out!" I threatened him directly, but th

me before. What's going on

out, "You

g a magazine and hiding behind it, trying to conceal my flushed, embarrassed fac