King Of Revenge English – Willow York

His expression doesn’t change, but I catch the subtle softening around his mouth, the faint crease at the corner of his eye. “It sounds…” He hesitates, almost like he’s searching for the right word. “Safe.” “It was,” I admit, a little wistful now. “For a long time. I thought that’s what life would always be like. Simple. Predictable. Then…” I trail off, shaking my head as memories of Spain creep in like unwelcome shadows. Matteo. I don’t need to finish the sentence.

Lucien doesn’t push. “You still talk to them?” he asks after a beat, surprising me. “Every Sunday,” I say. “Mom calls. Dad pretends he’s not listening in the background, but I can hear him. My sister emails me pictures of my niece every week.” A laugh slips out despite the ache in my chest. “She’s four now. Wild curls, attitude for days.”

His mouth curves faintly, the closest I’ve seen him come to a smile tonight. “Sounds like she takes after you.” Heat creeps into my cheeks, and I roll my eyes, trying to hide it. “I don’t have attitude.” “You do,” he says, flipping the steaks with an ease that borders on smug.

“You just hide it better than most.” I stare at him, caught off guard by the unexpected teasing. “Says the man who scowls for a living.” That earns me the faintest huff of amusement, almost a laugh but not quite. It’s there and gone in a heartbeat, like a ghost. The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. It’s… companionable. There’s an ease here I haven’t felt around anyone in a long time.

We’re two very different people, from very different worlds, and yet — somehow — we both ended up here, sitting across from each other in his sleek kitchen, bound by bruises neither of us asked for.

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OceanofPDF.com ONE BRIAR I only want a job. A paycheck. A clean slate. After the mess I’ve had to crawl out of — a cheating, cruel ex- husband, a divorce that strips me bare, and a life I barely escape — I’m done with chaos. I want simple. Predictable. Safe. Which is exactly why I shouldn’t be standing in the sleek, glass- walled offices of Moretti Global, palms sweating like I’m about to step into the lair of a predator, one hundred and ten floors above the Manhattan skyline.

I shouldn’t feel like this. While I know he’s going to be handsome, his images online tell me that much… Okay, the guy is drop-dead gorgeous and far younger than I think he’d be. I don’t know why I have this image in my mind. When my cousin, who scores me this interview, tells me about her CEO, I imagine some old, hard-ass New Yorker who doesn’t take shit from anyone. I’m not expecting this god. Hells bells… “Miss Locke?”

The receptionist — perfect bun, perfect teeth — gestures me through the double doors that look like they belong on the set of some billionaire drama I shouldn’t be auditioning for. “Mr. Moretti, your eleven o’clock is here.” My stomach knots. I smooth a hand down my cheap blazer like it’ll hide the fact I buy off clearance racks, inhale deeply, and enter his office.

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