Page 52 of Falling for Mr. Grump, the Big City Billionaire

As the pub begins to empty, we find ourselves alone. The soft glow of the lamplight casts a romantic ambiance, and a sense of intimacy fills the air.

"I don't want this night to end," Skye says, her voice barely a whisper.

I lean in, our faces inches apart. "It doesn't have to."

Our lips meet, a gentle, tender kiss. It's a moment of pure connection, a moment suspended in time. As the kiss deepens, I feel a surge of passion that I've never experienced before. We spend the next half-hour walking her home. I feel like a teenager.

I am falling hard for Skye Martinez. Big time hard.

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The next morning, I wake up with a start. The events of the previous night replay in my mind, a vivid dreamlike sequence. I can't believe what I've done. I, Troy Bellamy, the epitome of control and restraint, have given in to building a relationship.

I glance at the clock. I'm late for breakfast with my siblings. I quickly shower and dress, my mind racing. I need to focus on thetask at hand: continue convincing my family to support my plan for Seaside Cove.

As I arrive at the restaurant, I see my siblings already sitting at a table. Lillian and Mona, as always, exude an air of superiority. Drew, on the other hand, looks relaxed and content.

"You're late," Lillian scolds.

I apologize, but my mind is elsewhere. I'm thinking about Skye, about the future, about the risks I'm taking.

"So, what is it that has really changed your mind; what is this plan of yours, really?" Mona asks, her tone skeptical.

I take a deep breath. "I want to invest in Seaside Cove. I believe it has the potential to become a thriving tourist destination."

Lillian leans back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, big brother," she drawls, "this sudden change of heart about Seaside Cove wouldn't happen to have anything to do with a certain beautiful food truck owner, would it?"

I feel my jaw tighten. Of course they'd zero in on Skye. I let out a short, sardonic laugh. "Seriously? You think I'd upend a multi-million-dollar corporate strategy because of a woman?"

Mona raises an eyebrow. "Wouldn't be the first time a Bellamy got derailed by an unexpected connection." She glances meaningfully at Drew, who's been happily married to Meg for a few years.

I roll my eyes, straightening my already impeccable navy blazer. "This is a strategic business decision. Nothing more." The words sound practiced, rehearsed. But even as I say them, I know they're only half true.

Skye Martinez is more than just a complication. She's a force of nature - passionate, intelligent and infuriatingly stubborn. She sees through corporate baloney in a way that both irritates and intrigues me. The way her eyes flash when she's passionate about protecting her town, the determined set of her jaw when she challenges me - it's not just attraction. It's... something else.

"Strategic, huh?" Drew mutters, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Enough," I snap, my corporate persona sliding back into place. "Let's discuss the actual logistics of this proposal."

I pull out my meticulously prepared documents, spreading them across the table. Numbers, projections, potential revenue streams - my comfort zone. I walk them through my comprehensive plan for Seaside Cove, breaking down how preserving the town's unique character could actually create a more sustainable long-term investment.

Lillian looks impressed despite herself. "The market research is solid," she admits. "But this is unprecedented for our company."

"Precisely why it could work," I counter. "We're not just buying and developing. We're creating a model for responsible small-town economic development."

Mona studies me carefully. "You realize, of course, that while we're intrigued, you still need to convince the rest of the board in New York."

I nod, my mind already strategizing. "I'll return to New York after the town council presentation. I'll need to prepare a comprehensive pitch that demonstrates the unique opportunity Seaside Cove represents."

The thought of leaving Seaside Cove - of leaving Skye - creates an unexpected tightness in my chest. I push the feeling aside.

This is business. Personal feelings have no place in corporate strategy.

"You've changed," Drew observes quietly. It's not an accusation, just an observation.

I scoff. "I haven't changed. I've adapted."

But even I don't entirely believe that.

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