Madison Hart fights to keep her engagement to billionaire Jace Harrison, who questions her investment. The world of fame surrounding her intensifies. Jace's ex girlfriends test Maddy, so does his family. A spotlight of negativity is on her, yet ever...
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I browse the rooms down the hall. There's a pool room and another gaming lounge like the one from the beach house. I forgot about that place. Despite it being so beautiful, I blocked the estate from my memory. It could be because of my near heart attack. The worst moment in my life. I stare between the pool and the arcade, debating which one I should choose.
I choose to swim, since gaming will remind me of Jace. I'll think back to when he took my phone. I was playing one of his arcade machines. The plan is to avoid thinking about him so time can speed up. I choose to swim. I strip out of my pants but leave my dark tank top on. I'm not wearing a bra. I dive into the water. Underneath is bright. I peddle to the bottom and bend my knees. My feet touch the floor. I push upward. Bubbles swarm around me.
Nostalgia hits me. The sound of a whistle and a chubby man yelling, "go! "The sound of classmates flapping against the water. I recall my high school years. The gym teacher used to have us run drills. I wonder if I can still do the workouts. I ready myself for the challenge by using the pool wall as a launching pad. My feet peddle from end to end like an Olympic star. Dolphin kicks, belly flops, and breast strokes are the last moves I do.
My limbs are like jelly as I reach wide steps that lead out. I wipe my eyes clear and flick my hair back. The room is dark now. Wow...that was quick. I wonder what time it is? I wring my hair out. I realize I'm not alone. I notice Jace from my peripheral view. My hands drop to my sides. I'm shocked he's here. Those electric eyes I love trail down to my wet shirt. It's stuck to me like second skin. My nipples are hard. I know he can see them poking. That's exactly where Jace's gaze is. He's distracted...so much that his mouth hangs.
I step toward him. His eyes move to mine while I close the distance. My dripping hair and water-splattered chest catch his attention. I place my hands below his pecks and glance up. Jace's toasty palms massage the water droplets across my chest. I exhale softly as he caresses me. "We need to talk." Jace finally speaks.
I missed his grizzly voice so much! "We do." I frown. "I'm sorry for missing your call."
"Don't be."
"I should've answered."
"It was late." His cozy hands slide to my exposed belly to rub the droplets in like lotion.
"I tried calling back."
"I know."
I grimace deeper. "Sorry, I didn't know you were busy."
"It's fine." He grins. "You can call me whenever."
I return the same gentle grin. "So...does that mean you forgive me?" I eagerly scan his beautiful eyes.
"That's what we need to talk about." Jace holds out a hand. I take it and am led out into the hall to an all-white bedroom. It's clear this bedroom was for the past women in his life. The canopy bed with dreamy curtains. The pink rose decor. He goes into a walk-in closet and exits with a lacy robe. I guess this is another time where I have to wear more so he can function. I wrap on the robe and take a seat on an oval sofa. "So..." Jace stands before me with his hands in his pockets. "I'm giving you another chance. I don't forgive what you did, but I accept your apology."
