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Chapters
Chapter 1: One Year
Chapter 2: The Confrontation
Chapter 3: Obedience
Chapter 4: Afternoon Nap
Chapter 5: Art of Seduction
Chapter 6: The Red Dress
Chapter 7: Old Friends
Chapter 8: Past & Present
Chapter 9: Lovers
Chapter 10: Bed Sharing
Chapter 11: Spring
Chapter 12: Like Armor
Chapter 13: Falling
Chapter 14: Innocence
Chapter 15: Guilt
Chapter 16: Puzzle Pieces
Chapter 17: The Celebration
Chapter 18: The Bonfire
Chapter 19: The Real Deal
Chapter 20: Regrets
Chapter 21: Accusations
Chapter 22: Tactics
Chapter 23: The Kiss
Chapter 24: The Culprit
Chapter 25: Daydreams
Chapter 26: The Parents
Chapter 27: Borderline
Chapter 28: Normal Couples
Chapter 29: Play Pretend
Chapter 30: The Happy Couple
Chapter 31: Twenty Questions
Chapter 32: The Date
Chapter 33: Spreading Stains
Chapter 34: The Invitation
Chapter 35: Jet Black
Chapter 36: Chaperone
Chapter 37: The Oxford Way
Chapter 38: Wild Woman
Chapter 39: New Perspectives
Chapter 40: Princess
Chapter 41: A Gift
Chapter 42: Mortified
Chapter 43: A Night Out
Chapter 44: First Time for Everything
Chapter 45: Another Woman
Chapter 46: Lips on Lips
Chapter 47: Chaos
Chapter 48: Fainting Spell
Chapter 49: Flowers
Chapter 50: Motherly Love
Chapter 51: King’s Gambit
Chapter 52: Running To You
Chapter 53: Careless Shift
Chapter 54: Moonlight
Chapter 55: The Mark
Chapter 56: Mark, Get Set, Go
Chapter 57: Naked Feelings
Chapter 58: The Necklace
Chapter 59: Collapsing
Chapter 60: Cherry Blossoms
Chapter 61: The Fall
Chapter 62: The Truth
Chapter 63: Cruelty
Chapter 64: Frustration
Chapter 65: The Music Box
Chapter 66: Broken
Chapter 67: The Tables Turn
Chapter 68: Petty Squabbles
Chapter 69: Like Mother, Like Daughter
Chapter 70: A Free Drink
Chapter 71: Taken
Chapter 72: Searching for You
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Chapter 27: Borderline
Ella
Yesterday’s kiss may have momentarily distracted the press from the contract scandal, but that didn’t mean I wanted to spend more time with Alexander than absolutely necessary.
Especially not after last night.
But Alexander was right; the press would be watching us like hawks over the co...