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Chapter 22: His high handedness
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Lost in my tears and misery, I didn't hear the door open, nor the footsteps as they made their way to me until I felt a hand surrounding me. I was so in ned of contact that I surrendered to the hand. Their familiarity beckoning for me to seek refuge in them. He held me without saying a word until my tears dried up. When I was done and looked to see who had me in his arms. I wasn't surprised to see Tim. His perfume announced him. I gently extricated myself from his grip, and he didn't argue. He straightened up and moved around to the other side of the table, his hands inside his pockets. He had a very uncomfortable look on his face, and he wasn't looking at me directly. I was a little surprise that he wasn't asking why I was crying or making some snide remark about my unprofessionalism. "What are you doing here?" I asked after I got my face in order. I felt a little embarrassed that he saw me this way. I watched him curiously as he fidgeted on his feet. This was so unlike him. A ma
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His Poor Heiress Chapter 1: Let’s divorce
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His Poor Heiress Chapter 2: Five years later
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His Poor Heiress Chapter 5: The stunning stranger
The part of me getting back at my ex husband sounded delicious to my ears. Pops made a winning argument. Robbing to Tim's face how much better I was doing without him. How happy I am, and how much I have moved on. To let him see that breaking our marriage is the best thing that he has ever done for me. That had a nice ring to it.But I had another worry. In order to make my ex husband eat his action I need an accomplice. To truly show him that I have moved on, I need to be with someone. The only problem is that I wasn't dating anyone, which Pops seems to have a solution for. To rent a boyfriend.I had laughed uproariously when he said it thinking he was being hilarious but he had been hundred percent serious. And had the perfect someone in mind. That made me a little suspicious. The whole thing made me suspicious. But I ignored the doubts in my mind if it meant showing Tim up. I haven't met my rented boyfriend yet. Grandpa said he will be picking me up today from work. We will be hav
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My hand in his this time felt much more different than when he held it as he pulled me from the coffee shop. Here there was tension surrounding the touch as we stared deeply into each other's eyes, neither of us making any move to let go. It felt as if our stars were aligning in the universe. Corny. I know, but I have never felt thus kind of intense connection with another person just from holding hands, and he is sex on two wheels. Whew! Did I lock out and win a lottery or something. Please can someone break out the air condition because I feel so hot right now. “Excuse me!” someone said very close to us, but the words felt as if it was coming from a distance as Hassan and I continued to eat each other with our eyes. Everything else forgetting. I didn't even remember that I was planning on leading by example today by showing up early. If there was something called work my brain totally forgot it. “Excuse me!” The words came again, this time louder and a bit inpatient which finally
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