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"And are you willing to do anything to make it happen?"

"Yes."

"Then you can start by working for me—-"

As what?

"—if you want to earn me back." He walks to my wardrobe and skims through my clothes with a cursory glance. "This." A black pencil skirt. "And this." A pearly white silk blouse.

He lays the outfit he's selected on the bed then produces a garment bag I only notice just now. "Just bring this with you. I'll let you know when I need you to wear it." Keiran checks his watch, and I recognize the model since it's the one my father has always wanted...but never could afford. "You have fifteen minutes."

"Where are we—-"

"Fourteen now."

"But—-"

"Do you want me to help you shower?"

Yes!

Oh yes!

I mean, no....not yet?



















Keiran

HIS CADENCE WAS STILLthe same.

And he hated it.

He hated that he still thought of her as his.

Hated how she still made him feel all the things she used to make him feel...despite choosing her parents over him.

He had seen in her eyes how she had almost taken him up on his suggestion.