The Art Of Trusting A Greek Billionaire - Plot & Excerpts
She said: You seriously want to say that? He said: You seriously must ask? “Mairi?” Damen roared the moment he got to his apartment. He had not caught sight of his mother’s car anywhere, but even so he was still worried. What he and Mairi had was still fragile and so easily broken. If Esther messed things up between them, there would be hell to pay. When there wasn’t any sign of Mairi in the living room, he bounded up the stairs, taking it four steps at a time with his long-legged stride. “Mairi?” He shouted her name over and over as he checked each room. His chest tightened with anxiety more and more with every empty room. By the time he had reached his bedroom, he had lost all hope. It was dark. There was no sign of life. Shit. She was gone. He leaned heavily against the doorway, hope completely gone. What was he going to do now? What the fuck was he going to do now? The question had him gasping for breath. It reminded him of the time he had been forced to see the truth by Bella, the time when he had literally come across his father cheating on his mother, in their own bedroom.
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