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“Please, Mom? It’ll be perfect. The two people I love most in the world are on either side of me.”

His words make me realize that maybe I can give Jake what he wants—and Bash can give us both what we need.

Love.

CHAPTER TWENTY

BASH

It’s Monday morning again, but I’m grinning like it’s Friday afternoon.

All because Wyn loves me.

We’re currently at our weekly meeting, and Wyn is presenting her latest campaign results.

She’s captivating—totally commanding the room, and we’re all under her spell.

The slight parting of her lips as she pauses for effect stirs something dark and possessive inside of me.

My sawolkeh.

Ever since I first met Wyn, she’s had this undeniable allure that my inner Boggart sense recognized.

Wyn calls to me because she’s the other half of my soul that makes me a whole person.

I need her like I need air, and I’m sick of pretending day in and day out that we’re nothing but two people working at the same company.

Always, I cloak myself in a veneer of professionalism when she’s around.

But internally, my heart races, a drumbeat echoing my hidden love and devotion.

Wyn draws her speech to a conclusion, pulling me from my thoughts.

“So as you can see, by providing the client with different alternatives, we can reach different demographics with the product.”

Everyone in the room claps, and I beam at her with pride.

“An excellent and comprehensive overview, Wyn, thank you. However, I’m curious about the scalability of these alternatives. How do you envision adapting them for larger markets without diluting the brand’s unique appeal?”

She meets my gaze, a flicker of surprise in her gaze at my question.

It’s been a while since I’ve addressed her like this, our verbal tug of war laid to rest weeks ago.

But sometimes I still burn to see the fire in her eyes.

“Well, scaling up does pose a challenge, but I believe by focusing on the core values of the brand and tailoring our approach to each market, we can maintain the essence while still broadening our reach.”

“And?” I prompt, eager to hear more of her insights as well as the sound of her voice.

“We adapt,” she says smoothly, her confidence unshaken. “We’re as fluid as the market demands.”

“Perfect. Alright, everyone, that’s a wrap. Sounds like we have great things waiting for us this week.”

As the room empties, I watch Wyn. She lingers, scribbling notes in her notebook.

“Wyn, a moment of your time?”

“Of course, Mr. Ettin.”

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