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With unsteady fingers, she reached for the documents and stilled when Lucian’s firm hand caught her wrist. Her gaze jerked to his.
The respect she held for him was in shreds, but giving her these documents that were rightfully hers mended a bit of the damage. She was gambling with his affections, asking for these things. If he didn’t give them to her, he would annihilate any remaining faith she had in his goodness. She hated him for what he’d done, but deep down believed there was good behind the man. If he was so desperate to help her, it would have to be on her terms.
Don’t deny me, Lucian. Please. She waited him out.
“I’ll help you. But our other issues are far from concluded. Eventually we need to talk about what happened.”
She glared at him and shook off his hold. “I’ll ask that you keep your hands to yourself.”
“And I’ll ask that you drop the haughty performance you’ve been affecting since you got here.”
Fingers snatching up the papers, Scout quickly removed her body from within his reach. Her brow tightened and her voice was dangerously close to cracking with emotion. “It’s not an act. These are my papers and I deserve them. You have no right to keep them from me.”
“And what of my money? Do you deserve that as well?”
“All I asked for was a loan. You can afford it. Either you help me or I go somewhere else.”
“With what credit, Ms. Keats? No bank will sign over that amount of money without a cosigner.”
He was likely right. He was also being mean and spiteful on purpose. Two could play that game. “I could always find another wealthy man willing to help me. After all, it was you who taught me everything is for sale.”
He growled. “Watch yourself, Ms. Keats. I’m in no frame of mind to be pushed.”
“Lucian,” she took a deep breath. “I’m not forfeiting my morals for money. Even you can’t afford them. You either agree to my terms and help me with a loan, or I’ll figure out another way.”
“Another way for what?” he snapped.
She wouldn’t give him more information than necessary. She needed to do this for herself and if he knew her plan, he’d try to take over. Lucian was a leader—a very successful one—but she was sick and tired of following the tide. She needed to prove she could do this on her own. “For my future. I have nothing! I want to invest in me, since no one else gives a shit and I need thirty-five thousand dollars to do that.”
He stilled, his eyes narrowing, and she saw him weighing her words. Again he reached into his drawer, only this time he removed a heavy blue ledger. Long fingers flipped it open and reached for a pen. His hand swiftly moved over the check, the ballpoint scratching across the dense paper. The tear along each tiny perforation mesmerized her with its slow intent, but at last the slip fell free. He dropped the check in front of her with flourish. “There you go.”
Scout stared at the check. The numbers read $35,000.00, but she couldn’t read the script. She had trouble with anything that wasn’t printed in capital letters.
Eyeing him suspiciously, she blinked as he arched a brow. “Take it. It’s yours.”
Her fingers hesitantly reached for the check. Once closing over the thick paper, she pulled her hands back to her lap. “I’ll . . . I’ll pay you back.”
“I don’t care about the money, Evelyn.”
“Well, I do. I’ll pay you back. Every cent. I’ll make payments whenever possible. Once I’ve paid off the principal, we’ll figure out what I owe in interest.”
He rolled his eyes. “All right, but here are my conditions.”
Her mouth opened. She shook her head, trying to scramble up the right words. “But you already gave it to me.”
“I gave you a voucher. A check of that amount has to be cleared through me. What you have is trash unless I approve it when the bank calls.”
“Fine,” she gritted. “What are your terms?”
“Your payments will be made in person. I also require an address of where you’re staying. These are simple requests, and any bank would demand a hell of a lot more from you. Be grateful that’s all I’m stipulating at the moment.”
Her jaw locked against what she wanted to say. He was trying to intimidate her. It wasn’t happening. “Fine.” He’d have to wait on the address.
“Good.”
Several beats passed where neither of them said a word. She glared challengingly back at him, refusing to be bulldozed or bullied. She read Lucian’s intentions in his eyes just as he likely read hers. She stood.
“I should be going.”
All the intensity left Lucian’s face. He shot to his feet. “Can I offer you a ride?”
She laughed. “Do I look stupid?” His expression was wounded. She sighed. “Lucian, I have no doubt the second I walk through that door you’ll be on the phone with Dugan or some other underling, insisting they follow me. Can we skip the stalking for a change? I’ve been through hell and back over the past month. I think I’m entitled to my privacy.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I worry.”
She shook her head. “How would you feel if someone followed you everywhere?”
“People follow me every day. I’m in the tabloids. I’m on the news. There aren’t many places I can hide, Evelyn. You know that.”
“And I know you hate it, so how could you intrude on my privacy in the same manner?”
“Because it’s not the same. You’re on your own and I’m only trying to keep an eye out.” He suddenly frowned. “Why are you dressed like that?”
She glanced down at her Clemons uniform. Her hand quickly snapped off her name tag, and his eyes narrowed.
“You got a job,” he guessed.
“I told you I plan to pay you back. I need money to do that.”
“Where are you working? I would’ve given you your old job back.”
“I don’t want any ties, beyond this loan, to you or your companies.”
His head slowly drew back, and she saw how her words wounded him. “Did what we have mean so little to you?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Perhaps you should ask yourself that question.” She picked up her bag and folded the check, slipping it safely inside the zippered pocket. “I have to go. Please don’t have anyone follow me.”
She turned and he called her name. “Evelyn.”
Her resolve was waning and she had to get out of there. It was so hard seeing him and not touching him. Her heart wanted to run to him, feel his arms around her as she cried about the injustice done to her, but he was the culprit behind all of her heartache.
All she needed to do was think of how he’d betrayed her, and the pain was enough to drop her to her knees, cutting off all urge to step closer.
“Will you continue to pay for Pearl to stay at the rehab?”
His eyes narrowed. “The fact that you can even ask that shows how little you think of me.”
What did he expect? He’d completely shocked her when he’d let her go and broken his promise to always protect her. She shrugged.
“Yes, I will continue to pay for your mother.”
“Thank you.”
He shook his head. “I’m glad to do it.”
She remained facing the door, not wanting to look at him anymore. He stepped close but didn’t touch her. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
“So am I.” Quickly opening the door, she fled. Her finger pounded into the elevator button as if she were tapping out Morse code.
SOS. SOS. SOS!
Not until the doors of the elevator closed behind her did she turn and exhale. She did it.

With unsteady fingers, she reached for the documents and stilled when Lucian’s firm hand caught her wrist. Her gaze jerked to his.
The respect she held for him was in shreds, but giving her these documents that were rightfully hers mended a bit of the damage. She was gambling with his affections, asking for these things. If he didn’t give them to her, he would annihilate any remaining faith she had in his goodness. She hated him for what he’d done, but deep down believed there was good behind the man. If he was so desperate to help her, it would have to be on her terms.
Don’t deny me, Lucian. Please. She waited him out.
“I’ll help you. But our other issues are far from concluded. Eventually we need to talk about what happened.”
She glared at him and shook off his hold. “I’ll ask that you keep your hands to yourself.”
“And I’ll ask that you drop the haughty performance you’ve been affecting since you got here.”
Fingers snatching up the papers, Scout quickly removed her body from within his reach. Her brow tightened and her voice was dangerously close to cracking with emotion. “It’s not an act. These are my papers and I deserve them. You have no right to keep them from me.”
“And what of my money? Do you deserve that as well?”
“All I asked for was a loan. You can afford it. Either you help me or I go somewhere else.”
“With what credit, Ms. Keats? No bank will sign over that amount of money without a cosigner.”
He was likely right. He was also being mean and spiteful on purpose. Two could play that game. “I could always find another wealthy man willing to help me. After all, it was you who taught me everything is for sale.”
He growled. “Watch yourself, Ms. Keats. I’m in no frame of mind to be pushed.”
“Lucian,” she took a deep breath. “I’m not forfeiting my morals for money. Even you can’t afford them. You either agree to my terms and help me with a loan, or I’ll figure out another way.”
“Another way for what?” he snapped.
She wouldn’t give him more information than necessary. She needed to do this for herself and if he knew her plan, he’d try to take over. Lucian was a leader—a very successful one—but she was sick and tired of following the tide. She needed to prove she could do this on her own. “For my future. I have nothing! I want to invest in me, since no one else gives a shit and I need thirty-five thousand dollars to do that.”
He stilled, his eyes narrowing, and she saw him weighing her words. Again he reached into his drawer, only this time he removed a heavy blue ledger. Long fingers flipped it open and reached for a pen. His hand swiftly moved over the check, the ballpoint scratching across the dense paper. The tear along each tiny perforation mesmerized her with its slow intent, but at last the slip fell free. He dropped the check in front of her with flourish. “There you go.”
Scout stared at the check. The numbers read $35,000.00, but she couldn’t read the script. She had trouble with anything that wasn’t printed in capital letters.
Eyeing him suspiciously, she blinked as he arched a brow. “Take it. It’s yours.”
Her fingers hesitantly reached for the check. Once closing over the thick paper, she pulled her hands back to her lap. “I’ll . . . I’ll pay you back.”
“I don’t care about the money, Evelyn.”
“Well, I do. I’ll pay you back. Every cent. I’ll make payments whenever possible. Once I’ve paid off the principal, we’ll figure out what I owe in interest.”
He rolled his eyes. “All right, but here are my conditions.”
Her mouth opened. She shook her head, trying to scramble up the right words. “But you already gave it to me.”
“I gave you a voucher. A check of that amount has to be cleared through me. What you have is trash unless I approve it when the bank calls.”
“Fine,” she gritted. “What are your terms?”
“Your payments will be made in person. I also require an address of where you’re staying. These are simple requests, and any bank would demand a hell of a lot more from you. Be grateful that’s all I’m stipulating at the moment.”
Her jaw locked against what she wanted to say. He was trying to intimidate her. It wasn’t happening. “Fine.” He’d have to wait on the address.
“Good.”
Several beats passed where neither of them said a word. She glared challengingly back at him, refusing to be bulldozed or bullied. She read Lucian’s intentions in his eyes just as he likely read hers. She stood.
“I should be going.”
All the intensity left Lucian’s face. He shot to his feet. “Can I offer you a ride?”
She laughed. “Do I look stupid?” His expression was wounded. She sighed. “Lucian, I have no doubt the second I walk through that door you’ll be on the phone with Dugan or some other underling, insisting they follow me. Can we skip the stalking for a change? I’ve been through hell and back over the past month. I think I’m entitled to my privacy.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I worry.”
She shook her head. “How would you feel if someone followed you everywhere?”
“People follow me every day. I’m in the tabloids. I’m on the news. There aren’t many places I can hide, Evelyn. You know that.”
“And I know you hate it, so how could you intrude on my privacy in the same manner?”
“Because it’s not the same. You’re on your own and I’m only trying to keep an eye out.” He suddenly frowned. “Why are you dressed like that?”
She glanced down at her Clemons uniform. Her hand quickly snapped off her name tag, and his eyes narrowed.
“You got a job,” he guessed.
“I told you I plan to pay you back. I need money to do that.”
“Where are you working? I would’ve given you your old job back.”
“I don’t want any ties, beyond this loan, to you or your companies.”
His head slowly drew back, and she saw how her words wounded him. “Did what we have mean so little to you?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Perhaps you should ask yourself that question.” She picked up her bag and folded the check, slipping it safely inside the zippered pocket. “I have to go. Please don’t have anyone follow me.”
She turned and he called her name. “Evelyn.”
Her resolve was waning and she had to get out of there. It was so hard seeing him and not touching him. Her heart wanted to run to him, feel his arms around her as she cried about the injustice done to her, but he was the culprit behind all of her heartache.
All she needed to do was think of how he’d betrayed her, and the pain was enough to drop her to her knees, cutting off all urge to step closer.
“Will you continue to pay for Pearl to stay at the rehab?”
His eyes narrowed. “The fact that you can even ask that shows how little you think of me.”
What did he expect? He’d completely shocked her when he’d let her go and broken his promise to always protect her. She shrugged.
“Yes, I will continue to pay for your mother.”
“Thank you.”
He shook his head. “I’m glad to do it.”
She remained facing the door, not wanting to look at him anymore. He stepped close but didn’t touch her. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
“So am I.” Quickly opening the door, she fled. Her finger pounded into the elevator button as if she were tapping out Morse code.
SOS. SOS. SOS!
Not until the doors of the elevator closed behind her did she turn and exhale. She did it.

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Dengan jari-jari goyah, dia mencapai untuk dokumen dan ditenangkan oleh ketika Lucian's ketegasan menangkap pergelangan tangannya. Pandangan matanya tersentak nya.Menghormati dia memegang baginya dalam cabik, namun memberikan dokumen tersebut yang berhak miliknya diperbaiki sedikit kerusakan. Dia sedang berjudi dengan kasih, meminta hal-hal ini. Jika ia tidak memberikan kepadanya, dia akan memusnahkan iman sisa ia dalam kebaikan-Nya. Dia membenci dia untuk apa yang telah dia lakukan, tetapi jauh di percaya ada baik di belakang orang. Jika ia begitu putus asa untuk membantu dia, itu harus menjadi di istilah.Tidak menyangkal saya, Lucian. Mohon. Ia menunggu dia."Saya akan membantu Anda. Tapi kami isu-isu lain jauh dari menyimpulkan. Akhirnya kita perlu untuk berbicara tentang apa yang terjadi."Dia melotot padanya dan menepis terus nya. "Aku akan meminta Anda untuk menjaga tangan Anda untuk diri sendiri.""Dan aku akan meminta Anda drop kinerja sombong Anda telah mempengaruhi karena kau di sini."Jari-jari yang menyambar atas karya-karya, Pramuka cepat-cepat melepaskan tubuhnya dari dijangkau nya. Alis nya diperketat dan suaranya adalah berbahaya dekat dengan retak dengan emosi. "Hal ini tidak bertindak. Ini adalah surat saya dan saya pantas mereka. Anda tidak punya hak untuk menjaga mereka dari saya.""Dan apa uang saya? Apakah Anda pantas untuk itu juga?""Yang saya minta adalah pinjaman. Anda dapat membelinya. Anda membantu saya atau saya pergi ke tempat lain.""Dengan kredit apa, Ms. Keats? Tidak ada bank akan menandatangani lebih dari jumlah uang tanpa cosigner."Dia adalah kemungkinan benar. Ia juga sedang berarti dan pendendam sengaja. Dua bisa memainkan permainan itu. "Saya selalu bisa menemukan pria kaya lain yang bersedia untuk membantu saya. Setelah semua, itu adalah Anda yang mengajarkan saya segalanya bisa dijual."Dia berkata sambil menggeram. "Menonton diri sendiri, Ms. Keats. Saya tidak ada kerangka untuk mendorong.""Lucian," dia mengambil napas dalam-dalam. "Saya tidak sedang mengorbankan moral saya untuk uang. Bahkan Anda tidak dapat membelinya. Anda setuju untuk istilah saya dan membantu saya dengan pinjaman, atau aku akan mencari cara lain.""Cara lain untuk apa?" ia tersentak.Dia tidak memberinya informasi lebih dari yang diperlukan. Dia diperlukan untuk melakukan hal ini untuk dirinya sendiri dan jika ia tahu rencananya, dia akan mencoba untuk mengambil alih. Lucian adalah pemimpin — yang sangat sukses — tapi dia sakit dan lelah mengikuti arus. Ia harus membuktikan dia bisa melakukan ini sendiri. "Untuk masa depan saya. Tak ada! Saya ingin berinvestasi dalam diriku, karena tidak ada orang lain memberikan kotoran dan saya perlu tiga puluh lima ribu dolar untuk melakukannya."Ia menenangkan, matanya mempersempit, dan dia melihat dia beratnya kata-katanya. Sekali lagi ia mencapai ke dalam laci nya, hanya saja kali ini dia dihapus buku biru besar berat. Jari-jari yang panjang membalik terbuka dan mencapai untuk pena. Tangannya cepat pindah cek, ballpoint menggaruk melintasi kertas padat. Air mata sepanjang perforasi kecil setiap terpesona dia dengan maksud yang lambat, tetapi pada akhirnya slip jatuh bebas. Dia menjatuhkan memeriksa di depan dirinya dengan berkembang. "Ada Anda pergi."Pramuka menatap cek. Angka-angka membaca $35,000.00, tetapi dia tidak bisa membaca script. Dia punya masalah dengan apa pun yang tidak dicetak dalam huruf kapital.Mengamati dia curiga, dia berkedip saat ia melengkung alis. "Ambil. Itu adalah milik Anda."Jari-jarinya ragu-ragu mencapai untuk memeriksa. Setelah penutupan atas kertas tebal, dia menarik tangannya kembali ke pangkuannya. "Aku akan... Aku akan membayar Anda kembali.""Saya tidak peduli tentang uang, Evelyn.""Yah, saya lakukan. Aku akan membayar Anda kembali. Setiap sen. Aku akan membuat pembayaran bila memungkinkan. Setelah dibayar dari kepala sekolah, kami akan mencari tahu apa yang saya berutang bunga."Dia memutar matanya. "Baiklah, tapi di sini adalah kondisi saya."Membuka mulutnya. Ia menggelengkan kepalanya, mencoba untuk berebut kata-kata yang tepat. "Tetapi Anda sudah memberikannya kepada saya.""Aku memberikan Anda voucher. Memeriksa jumlah itu harus dibersihkan melalui saya. Apa yang Anda miliki adalah sampah, kecuali saya menyetujui ketika bank panggilan. ""Baik," ia mengertakkan. "Apa yang Anda istilah?""Pembayaran Anda akan dilakukan secara pribadi. Saya juga memerlukan alamat di mana Anda tinggal. Ini adalah permintaan yang sederhana, dan bank akan menuntut neraka yang lebih banyak dari Anda. Bersyukurlah itu yang saya 'm memuat saat ini."Dia rahang terkunci terhadap apa yang dia ingin mengatakan. Ia mencoba untuk mengintimidasi dirinya. Itu tidak terjadi. "Baik." Ia harus menunggu pada alamat."Baik."Beberapa ketukan melewati dimana keduanya tidak mengatakan apa-apa. Dia melotot challengingly kembali pada dia, menolak untuk menjadi bulldozed atau diganggu. Dia membaca niat Lucian di matanya sama seperti dia mungkin membaca miliknya. Dia berdiri."Aku yang harus akan."Semua intensitas meninggalkan Lucian di wajah. Dia menembak kakinya. "Bisakah saya menawarkan Anda naik?"Dia tertawa. "Apakah saya lihat bodoh?" Ekspresi terluka. Dia menghela napas. "Lucian, sudah tidak diragukan lagi kedua saya berjalan melalui pintu itu Anda akan berada di telepon dengan Dugan atau beberapa bawahan lain, bersikeras mereka mengikuti saya. Dapat kami melewatkan menguntit untuk perubahan? Aku sudah melalui neraka dan kembali selama sebulan. Saya pikir saya berhak privasi saya.""Kau tahu aku tak dapat melakukannya.""Kenapa tidak?""Karena saya khawatir."Ia menggelengkan kepalanya. "Bagaimana perasaan Anda jika seseorang mengikuti Anda di mana-mana?""Orang-orang mengikuti saya setiap hari. Aku di tabloid. Aku sedang dalam berita. Tidak ada banyak tempat yang saya dapat menyembunyikan, Evelyn. Anda tahu bahwa.""Dan aku tahu kau benci itu, jadi bagaimana bisa Anda mengganggu terhadap privasi saya dalam cara yang sama?""Karena hal ini tidak sama. Anda sendiri dan saya hanya mencoba untuk mengawasi keluar." Dia tiba-tiba mengerutkan kening. "Mengapa Anda berpakaian seperti itu?"Dia melirik ke bawah Clemons seragam. Tangannya cepat tersentak dari tag nama Nya, dan matanya mempersempit."Anda punya pekerjaan," Dia menduga."Saya bilang saya berencana untuk membayar Anda kembali. I butuh uang untuk melakukannya."“Where are you working? I would’ve given you your old job back.”“I don’t want any ties, beyond this loan, to you or your companies.”His head slowly drew back, and she saw how her words wounded him. “Did what we have mean so little to you?” he asked in a quiet voice.“Perhaps you should ask yourself that question.” She picked up her bag and folded the check, slipping it safely inside the zippered pocket. “I have to go. Please don’t have anyone follow me.”She turned and he called her name. “Evelyn.”Her resolve was waning and she had to get out of there. It was so hard seeing him and not touching him. Her heart wanted to run to him, feel his arms around her as she cried about the injustice done to her, but he was the culprit behind all of her heartache.All she needed to do was think of how he’d betrayed her, and the pain was enough to drop her to her knees, cutting off all urge to step closer.“Will you continue to pay for Pearl to stay at the rehab?”His eyes narrowed. “The fact that you can even ask that shows how little you think of me.”What did he expect? He’d completely shocked her when he’d let her go and broken his promise to always protect her. She shrugged.“Yes, I will continue to pay for your mother.”“Thank you.”He shook his head. “I’m glad to do it.”She remained facing the door, not wanting to look at him anymore. He stepped close but didn’t touch her. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”“So am I.” Quickly opening the door, she fled. Her finger pounded into the elevator button as if she were tapping out Morse code.SOS. SOS. SOS!Not until the doors of the elevator closed behind her did she turn and exhale. She did it.

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