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Monday isn’t that far away, but I know myself. I’m a man who always gets what he wants, whenever he wants.

Patience is not a virtue I lay claim to and I have no desire to do so.

A new idea sparks in my mind.

Another risky idea to see my girl.

I know my mind is fucked again and I’m beyond pussywhipped, but Autumn Jakobe seems to be my new favorite mistake.

Chapter 20

Autumn

Mine.

I glance at that word on my wrist again and my heart jolts, doing an excited dance of joy.

Resting my head against the wall, I hold up my wrist to the sunlight spilling through the bedroom window and allow myself the moment to dream.

I've spent the morning in my room sorting through the items and journals in Luc’s box and thinking about being with him.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve looked at my wrist since last night. I’ve also done that crazy thing where I tried to preserve every letter when I washed my hands. It’s nearly midday and it’s still intact, so I’ve done a good job so far.

Every time I think about Luc and his offer there’s something more to add to all the reasons why I should agree to be with him. Last night brought another.

My head was already spinning from making out with him days before but, my God, did he charm his way into my heart last night.

It was a treat and I'd be damned if I said I didn't feel lucky to be the center of his attention amongst all those girls who’d lined up to get his autograph. He made me feel important to him and like I was truly his Venus.

As he spoke his dirty words to me, I wanted to tell him right there that I wanted to be his, but the scared part of me that worries things could go wrong held back.

Even if my heart already knows what I want I decided to stick to the plan and wait. Wait andthink.I need to be sure about the logistics of how this plan can work.

I’ve already told my parents I’ll be doing the article on the manor. Dad wasn’t happy about it. Mom, on the other hand, seemed more forthcoming so that pacified Dad.

Things have been tense since the argument the other night, but speaking to them and them knowing I’ll be at the manor sometimes gives me some leeway.

In other words, it gives me a potential excuse.

Pulling my head out of the clouds, I return my gaze to the journal I was reading. This one is Luc’s grandmother’s first which she seemed to have started because she met the servant. She refers to him as either her love or E.

I’ve felt like I’ve been reading a romance novel with a touch of mystery, drama and suspense. Apart from details of her secret meet ups with E where he gave her the necklace and took her to all these amazing places, she writes about all sorts of things that culminate into over four hundred pages long.

And there are more journals.

I can’t wait to actually write my article. There is a ton of information here and I’m so excited to dive in. Once again I have Luc to thank.

There's a knock at the door. I don’t have to guess who it is.

Mom has been trying her best to check on me every chance she gets since the argument. Apart from talking to her and Dadabout my article I haven’t said much else to either of them. I haven’t wanted to.

Tonight is Charlotte's engagement party so I knew Mom was going to come up to see me sometime. I was just hoping it would be later.

Mom organized a masquerade ball, which sounds like fun, but like with everything I'm not looking forward to it. What’s worse is that Zoe has been sick for the last few days, meaning I’ll be by myself at the party.

“Come in,” I call out, closing the journal.

The door opens and Mom walks in, gazing at me on the floor with the books and documents surrounding me.

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