Chapter 8

  NINA'S POV

  Like a dog with a bone, my mother blew my phone up by 5am.

  Like a spineless bitch, I'm dressed in loose fitting grey pants and suit over tight corset by 9am on a windy Tuesday.

  I tilt my head to the clouds, marveling at the architecture of the building.

  He's not only cocky, he a...

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