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Chapter 1

“I love touching you here.”

“You love touching me everywhere.” She whispered huskily.

“True’ His smile was charming and wolfish at the same time. “You have a mole right here; did you know that?”

“Considering it’s my body, then yes.”

“Well, it’s my body now.” He leered. “I enjoy looking at you. God, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She woke up startled, the top she had donned to go to bed completely drenched, her heart racing out of control.

“It was a damn dream. Stupid of me to still have them. Damn him to hell!” She had sworn that she was finished with crying, but the tears simply leaked out of her eyes and she could not control the sobs.

“This has to stop.” Her voice sounded loud in the otherwise silent room. A glance at the clock showed that it was far too early to get a start on her day. It was only 3.00 am on a Saturday morning.

Usually, she was off duty on the weekends from the real estate agency she ran along with her best friend, but she had missed so many days after her relationship had ended that she just had to play catch up.

“I hate that handsome Irish bastard and wish that I were brave enough or had enough fight in me to take him down. Darling, he broke your heart.”

“He made it plain what he was about. It’s for me to accept it or move on and I am trying to move on.”

“That was two months ago, and I have to tell you as your best friend and partner in business, that you look like hell. Still beautiful of course, but you have lost weight. Darling, you are disappearing before my very eyes.” Michael had tried hiding his concern, but it had shown. “You should come back to work and try and meet someone.”

“No…” She shook her head with a weak laugh. “No more relationships. Not now. I cannot bear going out on a date. Not yet.”

Shaking off the memories, she reached for the towel on the bed and mopped her face. She missed him. Everything reminded her of him. His scent was still lingering, that masculine seductive cologne he favored. The way his dense dark hair would get in the way whenever he was kissing her. And God!

The man knows how to kiss. Harry McGibbon knew how to do everything, except make a complete commitment. What the hell was she thinking? That she and the heir to a multi-billion-dollar fortune would fall in love and live happily ever after? She thought bitterly.

His mother had never approved of the relationship and had made it plain from the start.

But she had looked past that because she was in love and love conquers all, right? Wrong.

He didn’t want children. He had told her about some of his lousy childhood and she had sympathized, and thought she could get him to forget and move on.

But it was not the case. Shoving off the bed, she reached for her robe and shrugged it on. It was plain she was not going back to sleep now. Ever since they had broken up, she had been having a rather grim time sleeping through the entire night.

“Tea,” she muttered, passing a hand over the big twists she had managed last night. She had promised Michael she wouldbe there to sort through some paperwork with the Livingstone estate.

The place was in a mess and in litigation with the various heirs fighting over the reading of the will. It had come down to where the place, the beautiful property was going to be sold and the various antique furnishings were to be sold in selected auctions.

“I’m okay! I’m okay.” She kept repeating it as she called for lights when she stepped inside her cozy yellow and green kitchen. Putting the kettle on, she dug through the pantry and selected Jasmine tea.

Her stomach was behaving crazy since the past two weeks, but she was not surprised. Everything was off. She had spent the first two weeks weeping at every turn and unable to do her job.

“Over a fricking man.” She muttered as she grabbed the bottle of honey. Not just any man. She had fallen in love for the first time in her life, with a ‘bad boy billionaire.’ Harry McGibbon had sauntered over to her at that party and separated her from her date when he commandeered a dance.

She had been annoyed by his high-handed attitude, but before the dance ended, he had her full attention. She had done something she had never done before and left the party with him to go to his apartment. She knew who he was of course, who didn’t. He was always in the papers. ‘

Bad boy Harry (AKA Bobby) McGibbon was involved in another brawl’. Or ‘Bad boy Harry McGibbon wins the annual drag race three times in a row.’ And – ‘Harry McGibbon involved with actress so and so. How long will this affair last?’

Michael had warned her against getting involved.

“Bang the handsome, rich Irishman, but do not make the mistake of falling for him. It’s heartbreak road, darling. He doesn’t stick to anyone for long.”

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