Fractured (Not Quite A Billionaire #2) - Plot & Excerpts
Well, we probably made an odd couple, Hemi twice my size and as dark as I was fair, not to mention my jeans and sweater and Hemi’s custom-made black suit. And then there was the fact that we were embracing passionately in a lawyers’ café in the middle of the city. And in the middle of the workday. “You pop the question, mate?” an older man asked from the closest table. When I looked startled, he said, “Ring,” and pointed to his wedding finger. “Nah,” Hemi said. “Already did that. But I keep having to convince her again that the right answer is ‘yes.’” I kept my head on his chest—not that he was letting me go anyway—and started to believe it might work, “need to know” and all. “If you didn’t keep messing up so badly,” I murmured into the warm white cotton of his dress shirt, “you wouldn’t have to do all that convincing.” “Could be,” he said. “But then, I enjoy convincing you.”
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