Page 211 of The Falling for the Boss's Daughter Situation

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You knew how to handle one-night stands in the most perfect way because that’s all that mattered.

Why did it all matter that way?

Because of stuff like this.

Standing outside a woman’s apartment door.

Drunk.

In love with her.

You should just turn around and-

I knocked on Madison’s door.

It occurred to me then that she was probably still with her friends.

So this was going to be a complete disaster.

Yet I couldn’t help myself.

I loved her.

I love her!

I had to see her and I had to say what I wanted to her.

The door slightly opened and when I saw half of Madison’s face, I felt everything at once.

Love, want, need, anger…

“Oh, Mav,” she said. “I can’t…”

“I can,” I said. “Right now, sweetie.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I might be. Oh fucking well.”

“Mav…”

“Do you want me to do this right here?” I asked. “I’ll just start talking. I’ll start yelling. If that’s what it takes.”

Madison opened the apartment door and I rushed right inside.

I slammed the door behind me with force.

I moved right for her.

My hands touching those perfectly curved hips.

I picked her up.

She let out a yell and I saw a quick smile on her face.

She grabbed my arms and let out a shaky breath.

I walked her to the counter and sat her down.

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