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Prologue

Liam

There's a saying that if you love someone, you should set them free and see if they come back to you. I never really understood what that meant. I never understood the gravity of allowing someone to walk away from you. I run my fingers down Elisabetta's shoulder blade to the gentle curve of her hip and then around to her soft belly. She murmurs as my fingers move south, and I growl as she arches her back into me, her round bottom gently grazing my hardness. I pull her back into me, and she lifts her right leg slightly so I can slide between her legs. She's wet and ready, and I want to thrust inside of her and make her mine, yet again. I know she's waiting for it just as much as I am.

My fingers move up to cup her breasts. She giggles as she always does as I play with her nipples. She's ticklish, and I love hearing her laugh. The sound makes me both happy and hard at the same time. She’s relaxed with me now. So very different from the first time. When she was in total control. I didn’t mind, though. I loved the fact that she took control.

But now, I'm worried that she will close up again.

I have a billion-dollar decision to make. I have the power to change her life.

But it could potentially ruin mine.

I don't know what to do.

The secret I carry can break us. Break her. Break me. Break everything.

If I love her, I will tell her the truth.

I will sacrifice everything.

Yet, I don't know if she will come back to me.

I don't know if it's worth it. I don't know if I'm strong enough.

I don't want to lose this. I don't want to let her go.

She rolls over and grabs my hand, then reaches up to my face. Her brown eyes gaze into mine before she presses her lips to mine.

"Make love to me, Liam," she purrs against my lips before she reaches down to grab my cock. "Fuck me hard and fast, like it's the last time we'll ever make love." For a moment, I wonder if she's psychic. Does she know that our world is about to change? Does she know everything could come crashing around us?

A throbbing in my head tells me that I need to make a decision soon. There's just one question in my mind.... Does loving her mean I tell her the truth, or does loving her mean that I let her continue living a lie?

Chapter One

Elisabetta

Elisabetta in the City

Hey all,

I just got notified that I now have 100 readers on my blog. Thanks to all of you who follow me, and welcome to my new fans. I’m sure you’re all eagerly waiting to hear how my last date went, so I will update you. Though, let’s just say I’m not getting married anytime soon.

Benji told me to meet him at a McDonalds in Times Square on Broadway. I know what you’re thinking... Two red flags in the very first sentence. His name being Benji should have told me he was a dog, and McDonald’s on a first date... Who does that?

To be fair, I thought we were just meeting outside of the McDonald’s, but no, he escorted me inside and said I could choose any three items off of the value menu. When I looked at him aghast...in my thousand-dollar Manolo Blahniks and my seven thousand-dollar Bottega Veneta jeans, he had the gallto say that he was testing me to make sure Iwasn'tafter his money.

Benji had just moved here from BFE, also known as Abilene, Kansas, and was working as the assistant to the assistant of the marketing manager at one of the top five ad agencies...hardly impressive to me.

I played along, though, because he did have the most gorgeous baby blue eyes and silky blond hair. He reminded me of a not-as-hot Brad Pitt.., and I figured maybe his flirt game would be good—or at least his tongue...a girl has needs.

His flirt game was awful. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place for dessert to nibble on his lollipop. When I asked for a $1 apple pie... let's just say I didn’t waste my chocolate milkshake. It ended up over his head.

So, yeah, date #23 of the year went shit.

And I didn’t even get to complain to my best friend and roommate, Skye, because she was too busy sucking her boyfriend’s lollipop at his apartment. To be clear, I do not know if she was engaging in fellatio, but I feel like being crude and rude right now.

I’m meeting my friends for drinks at a hot new bar downtown, and I’m hoping to meet some hot, tall, dark man to sweep me off my feet and show me the way to naughtyville. I’ve been a good girl for too many months now.