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Chapters (58)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Important Note:
  5. ~ Ground Zero ~
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. ~ Absolutely ~
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. ~ Someone To Feed It ~
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. ~ I’ve Got You Now ~
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. ~ Him ~
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. ~ As I Fall ~
  39. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Chapter Thirty-Five
  46. Chapter Thirty-Six
  47. ~ The Luckiest Girl In The World ~
  48. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  49. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  50. Two Months Later
  51. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  52. Chapter Forty
  53. Chapter Forty-One
  54. Chapter Forty-Two
  55. Six Months Later
  56. Chapter Forty-Three
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. Also by WS Greer

Maybe I’m crazy, but there’s just something about the way she says it that rubs me the wrong way. It’s as if she expects this collapse, and she’s ready to catch me after I fall. Instead of feeling appreciative, I feel offended.

“Yeah … thanks,” I answer, each word sharp and cutting. “Goodnight, Juliana.”

She sighs before replying, “Goodnight, Alina.”

We hang up, and I feel the sudden sting of tears as I walk back into the Kingdom to return to bed.

Chapter Thirty-Two

“Reservation for Booker,” Nas says as we approach the hostess who’s wearing an all-black outfit, with red hair that sets her look on fire. She’s young, with blue eyes that linger on Nas a little too long, but when Nas reaches back and takes my hand in his, I know she doesn’t matter. We smile politely as the young lady grabs our menus and escorts us to a small booth in the middle of the restaurant. Another woman in a corner booth eyes Nas as we walk, but he doesn’t even notice, and I proudly grip his arm as he leads me. There will be no hiding today—no corners for us to duck into so the world doesn’t know we’re together. We’re out in the open. Loud and proud, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.