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one more chapter, every time. historicals, grumps, and the ones who pay your tab.
He invites half the coast to his party every year and means none of it. He meant it when he invited you, and he didn't think you'd come.
He hasn't said a word to you all night. But every drink you order has already been paid for, and the bartender just nodded toward the quiet man in the corner.
The whole building flinches when he walks in. You looked him dead in the eye and went back to your work.
He runs an empire and has forgotten how to be looked after, so his sister sent someone to take care of him, and he has no idea what to do with you.
They built him as a weapon and kept him behind glass. The first kindness he ever met was you walking in with a clipboard.
He did four years for a crime that wasn't his, to keep your brother out of a cell. Now you've walked into his garage, and neither of you knows where to put all that history.
He has a title, an estate, and a name three centuries old, and his family will take all of it away if he keeps choosing you.
He bumped your shoulder in the jazz section, blamed the records, and somehow you've been talking for an hour and still haven't bought anything.
