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Because I love him?I gulp down more champagne, then choke again. Bloody hell, I do love him. Only he doesn't... He can't possibly be in love with me. I am just the means to his relaunching his career. So why the hell did he accept? It makes no sense.
I shake my head. "No, no, no, this is all wrong. I should call him and tell him it was all a joke and that it’s off."
"But you won’t," Karina drawls.
I stare at her again. "How do you know?"
"Because you want him, and you have the courage to fight for him. Question is, will you act on that now?"
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Dec 31st
Damian
"This makes no sense." I glance down at my button-down shirt, my tailored slacks, that I’d paired with my sneakers, then up at Arpad. "What the hell are you smirking about, you douche?"
"Me?" Arpad straightens from where he’s leaning against the window. "Maybe it’s the venue?" He glances out and I know he’s seeing the arena of Shakespeare’s Globe with the three floors of seating.
"It’s too small for the event, don’t you think?" he drawls.
I glance up at him, "Ha! Sarcasm, huh?" I glower.
"Can’t you take a joke?"
"Not right now." I glance around. "Where’s my jacket? Shit have you seen my jacket?"
"It’s with me, ol’ chap." He thrusts the beaten leather jacket at me.
"Thanks." I slip it on, then smooth my palms over the sleeves. "How do I look?"
"Terrified."
I glare at him, and he chuckles.
"Relax," he takes a step back and looks me up and down, "You look like a rock star about to get married."
"Is that good?" I frown. "Is it too obvious that I didn’t opt for something more formal."
"Nah," he scratches his chin, "maybe."
"Which is it?" I growl.
"Both?" He smirks. "Neither."
I scowl at him, "Enjoying yourself, brother?"
"You have no idea." He laughs. "I’ve waited years… Years, to get back at you."
"You mean for all the times I whipped your arse when we sparred?"
"You mean that I whipped yours, don’t you?" He folds his arms over his chest.
"Let’s say, we were evenly matched," I reply. "I’ll give you that, considering I’m not in a mood to fight today."
"What kind of a mood are you in, huh?" He waggles his eyebrows. "Can’t wait to see the wife, then?"
I frown at him, "Wife to-be, and this is all your fault."
