d freshen up. Then she had taken a tub of her love and slowly ate it as she constructed an apology text. She'd tried to call Ames but her call was rejected. It

d not replied to any of the twenty, or thirty, or fi

ott and ask his opinion. But the last they had fought, he had decreed that he was not going to be involved again. She didn't have anyone else to t

remembering that time in fifth grade when she had fallen down and her skirt had ridden up, exposing her underwear and embarrassing her. Slapping her forehe

ion. She succeeded and resumed walking when she heard it again. It sounded like words. A voice? Stopping and trying to listen closely, her brows furrowed as she confirmed that it was

g? She was a woman, alone. She was in no state to confront that man. Or whatever her mind was thinking about doing to th

hing that she could brandish and do some damage if her trusting side was wrong. Hurriedly going through her room and suitcase, she stilled when her eyes detected light. She had switched off all th

the slight opening of the door. She could see the man. He was a tall man, a bit on the lean side. His golden blonde hair was long and hanging around his face, hiding his features, but what she had been

reak but it caught the attention of the robber. His steps faltered and she could see his legs as it paused by her room. She grabbed the vase, giving herself some

fast and loud that it drowned out any other sound, she knew she had to do something. Why hadn't she grabbed her phone from the side table? Stifling a groan at her stupidity, she waited

at he might go the other way but he made it easy for her and turned to her direction. Just a few more ste

teps, her phone almost in her grasp when she felt herself flying, something pushing her off her feet, and she bounced on the bed. The man was on her momentarily after. She had ref

. My wallet, my card.

at him. He knew her name? Why would he know her name? She was sure burglars knew w

ps. Nice lips, moist and inviting. And it was moving. He was talking.

allard. I'm Sc

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e. It had been amusing to recall her running for her phone but he hadn't known who she was then. He had just been attacked by a plastic vase and had erred on the side of caution when he had tackled her to the bed. He had b

is shoulder and the way he had been acting since, he wasn't surprised to be hounded by the press. And the pressure by his agent and coach to go to physical therapy was making him wa

n one of the places he used to hook up. He didn't like bringing them to the penthouse he used most often. Now that he was married, this place was not used often. He was also a generous man. When he had heard about the press hounding Cameron, he

but he'd kept his displeasure to himself when Scott had explained her situation. Not that he had heard anything. But now that he had the lush bundle that was Sharon Ashwood

am Jr awoken, liking the pillowy softness that was her thighs. He allowed the heat that was

er the cover. Resting his arms on his hips, he couldn't help but notice her unfettered breasts. They bounced gently under her

they had never met before. He was puzzled, though, that she didn't recognise him. That was something to ponder on later. Sighing, he took out his phone, amusement replacing the put upon

offered, watching her suspiciously eye his phone. Then she grabbed it. He heard the

ther number under this name, "she commented

I can't backup my story?"he asked

ice was heard and Cameron sent Sharon a smug look, making

there was not s

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ing Scott some photographs of Cameron so that he could verify it. She had sent more than five photos and Scott kept rejecting them. Cameron knew he was pulling his

e phone to him. And grin

s of himself. It fairly embarrassed him to see that he had been flexing in some of the photo

ting look. He couldn't believe he had been tricked by this unassuming woman. But he wasn't able to sustain his anger in the face of her laughter. From what he had been able to garner from Sc

his brief moment of arousal, she was not the type of woman he usually went for. He wa

he waited for his reply. Her hair flowing all about her face distracted him for a moment before he remem

attract him so why did the look of relief that passed her face offend him? Forcing his m

and he had to hide a smile. For some reason, he liked pushing her buttons. He didn't say