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 showcase this to Jace, who strides into the kitchen in a gold suit. I'm sure it's real. It's a velvety texture. It's loose and airy. A sexy 1970s style. "Congratulations, bunny!"
I hop around like a goofball, imitating a bunny. "Hippity Hop."
"You're insane."
"Hippity Hop." I continue my silliness. "Do it with me." He does a tiny hop. I burst out in giggles. I stop to peck his lips. "Aww, that lil bitty hop."
"I'll do a bigger one after you sign off on the building."
"Oh, right, the jumbo one."
"Yes." He cage his arms across the middle of my back.
"Do I have a cool gold outfit like yours?"
"You do...a gold power suit. It's waiting on the bed."
"Ooo, let me get into it." I slide my palms from his waist to his ass. I grope the juicy booty. "I'll be back." I squeeze it before cat-walking off. I shower, brush my teeth, and complete my 5-step skin routine. The suit is velvety, just as Jace's. It's chic and vintage. The heels are crisscross straps. I strut out of the dreamy bedroom, fierce and confident.
In the foyer, I find Helen. She holds a tall stack of letters. I've never seen so much mail in my life! She cheeses my way. "Ms. Hart, you have fan mail."
My mouth drops. "What?!" I hurry down the steps. "Whoa! Like actual fan mail?!"
"Yes...by the looks of it, at least 300 letters." Hel hands me the stack.
"How did they know I was here?"
"Every move you and Jace make is tracked."
"How can I go through all of this?!"
"Well, the assistant here is yours now too."
I grin wickedly. "Oh...is she?" This would be a nice payback for her condescending behavior from last time. The red-haired woman with a body she bought. I recall what she said when I asked for Jace's number. "I'm sure you're aware of his schedule. There's no guarantee your call will be a priority." How she nastily ranked my appearance with detest. "Where can I find her?"
Helen guides me upstairs. I get over my fear of revisiting it. Having a victory outweighs trauma. We don't pass the room anyway, it's on the opposite side. There's a receptionist desk around the corner. It's placed before a giant black-white mountain picture. The ginger sits at the desk. She dials a number as I approach. "Hello, again."
The bitch is a dear caught in headlights. "Oh...um...Ms. Hart." She hangs up the phone and puts on a lighter tone.
That's right, correct yourself. "I have an errand to assign. Jace and I will be out today on business. Please sort through my fan mail and reply to each."
