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“If you want to be with Ioniko, I’m not stopping you.” He should stop here and now, but he was hurting too goddamn much to stop just like that. “I just hope he’s willing to settle for my leftovers.”

Chapter 12

To trust a Greek billionaire, you must not give up on them on the first try, or the second, or the third...

She said: Get ready to be hurt a lot of times.

He said (wincing): Think of it this way. We get a lot of practice begging, too. The next book can be The Art of Groveling.

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HE STILL HADN’T CALLED.

It was the uppermost thought on her mind as she showered and changed into a cerulean wraparound dress. As she applied her makeup, she told herself that it was because he hadn’t yet figured how to apologize to her without losing face. Greek billionaires were terribly arrogant, after all. She couldn’t even think of a single Harlequin title that had ahumbleGreek billionaire in it.

Also, Mairi thought stalwartly as she worked her hair into a chignon, humble was good on paper but in real life? It was sonotsexy.

So all in all, this was good and healthy for their rela—-

Her thoughts stuttered to a stop, and she mentally scrambled for the right word to describe what they had.

Lover and cheater.

Mistress and benefactor.

Slut and client.

Mairi ran to the sink to throw up.

Two hours later, she was hurrying towards the auditorium, face scrubbed clean of tear-ravaged makeup and dressed instead in an elegant but simple cotton candy pink sheath dress.

Velvet and Mandy were already in their seats when Mairi joined them. “Where’s the pretty dress we bought yesterday?” Velvet asked, surprised.

“Wardrobe malfunction,” Mairi lied, thinking that should cover the fact that she had thrown up all over it because of sheer nervousness...and heartbreak.

“Oh...and your makeup?” Mandy asked.

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