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And the weight of responsibility and helplessness Alexa carried along the way.
“I need the money,” she said simply.
“Need? Or want?”
She closed her eyes at the taunt. He wanted to believe she was selfish and shallow. In that moment, she realized she needed every defense against this man. His kiss had shattered all illusions of neutrality between them. His lips over hers had rocked her to the bottom of her soul, just like the very first time in the woods. Nicholas Ryan tore through her walls and left her vulnerable. After a week living in close quarters, she’d be jumping his bones.
Alexa had no other choice.
She needed to cultivate his hatred for her. If he thought she had shady character, he’d leave her alone and she’d walk away with her pride intact and her family whole. She refused to foster his pity or take his charity. If she told the truth about her family, the rest of her defenses would shatter. He may even give her the money free and clear, and then she’d be forever in his debt.
The image of him casting her in a role of the martyr to save Tara choked her with humiliation. No, better off if he believed her to be a cold-hearted businesswoman as he craved. At least he’d resent her and keep his distance. Just being near the man set her off like a firecracker, and she’d be damned if she took a backseat to his precious Gabriella.
Her deal with the devil would be on her own terms.
Alexa drew on her inner reserve and lapsed into her second phase of lies for the night. “You really want to know the truth?”
“Yeah. I want to know.”
“You grew up with money, Pretty Boy. Money smoothes out a lot of unhappiness and stress. I’m tired of struggling like my mother. I don’t want to wait another five years before expanding my bookstore. I don’t want to deal with interest and banks and debt-to-income ratios. I’m going to use the money to build a cafe onto BookCrazy and make it a success.”
“What if it fails? You’ll be back where you started.”
“The property is building in value so I can always sell. And I’m putting the extra into a solid financial portfolio. I can buy a small house outright and be secure by the time our marriage dissolves.”
“Why not ask for $200,000? Or even more? Why not squeeze me dry?”
She shrugged. “I estimated one-fifty would be enough to give me everything I want. If I thought you’d give me more money, I would’ve asked. After all, other than dealing with my family, it’s a pretty easy bargain. I just have to put up with you.”
“I guess you’re more logical than I thought.” The statement should have been a compliment. She burned with humiliation, but knew she’d bought the distance desperately needed. Of course, the price was her character. But she reminded herself of the goal and remained silent.
He pulled up to her apartment building. She opened the car door and grabbed her purse. “I’d invite you up, but I think we’ll be seeing enough of each other in the next year.”
He nodded. “Good night. I’ll be in touch. I can have the movers help you whenever you’re ready. Do whatever you want with the wedding and let me know where and when to show up.”
“Okay. See ya.”
“See ya.”
She let herself into her apartment, closed the door behind her, and slid her back down the frame until she hit the floor.
Then cried.
…

Nick watched her safely enter her loft and waited for the light to click on. The low purr of the BMW was the only sound to break the silence.
His annoyance at her blunt admission bothered him. Why did he care if she wanted the money? It was a perfect motivation to get them both through the next year with no damages. He needed to keep his distance. Her parents caused a dangerous longing to bubble up from deep inside. He quickly squashed the emotion, but the idea that he still retained some sick ray of hope for a normal family pissed him off.
Maybe it was the way she looked tonight. She’d pinned her hair up, and stubborn black curls stabbed through the bobby pins to lay across her cheek and down her neck. Her skin looked warm to the touch, slightly flushed with pleasure from being around her family. She smiled so easily, her lips full and relaxed.
He’d wanted to dip his head and taste what lay beneath those ruby, bee-stung lips. Wanted to slip his tongue deep inside and tempt her to play. The snug material of her jeans showed off the curve of her buttocks and swing of her hips. A hot pink button-down shirt seemed conservative enough, until she leaned forward and Nick caught a glimpse of pale rose lace cupping her full breasts. The image burned through his mind and wreaked havoc with his concentration. He’d spent most of the evening trying to get her to bend down to sneak a peek. Just like a horny teenager.
The light bulb kicked on and he roared away from the curb. Temper bit at him like a moody pit bull. She bothered him in a deep gutted way. So did her family. He remembered how loving her mother was. Remembered the guilt when he’d wished his own mother would disappear and leave him with Maria McKenzie.

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And the weight of responsibility and helplessness Alexa carried along the way.“I need the money,” she said simply.“Need? Or want?”She closed her eyes at the taunt. He wanted to believe she was selfish and shallow. In that moment, she realized she needed every defense against this man. His kiss had shattered all illusions of neutrality between them. His lips over hers had rocked her to the bottom of her soul, just like the very first time in the woods. Nicholas Ryan tore through her walls and left her vulnerable. After a week living in close quarters, she’d be jumping his bones.Alexa had no other choice.She needed to cultivate his hatred for her. If he thought she had shady character, he’d leave her alone and she’d walk away with her pride intact and her family whole. She refused to foster his pity or take his charity. If she told the truth about her family, the rest of her defenses would shatter. He may even give her the money free and clear, and then she’d be forever in his debt.The image of him casting her in a role of the martyr to save Tara choked her with humiliation. No, better off if he believed her to be a cold-hearted businesswoman as he craved. At least he’d resent her and keep his distance. Just being near the man set her off like a firecracker, and she’d be damned if she took a backseat to his precious Gabriella.Her deal with the devil would be on her own terms.Alexa drew on her inner reserve and lapsed into her second phase of lies for the night. “You really want to know the truth?”“Yeah. I want to know.”“You grew up with money, Pretty Boy. Money smoothes out a lot of unhappiness and stress. I’m tired of struggling like my mother. I don’t want to wait another five years before expanding my bookstore. I don’t want to deal with interest and banks and debt-to-income ratios. I’m going to use the money to build a cafe onto BookCrazy and make it a success.”“What if it fails? You’ll be back where you started.”“The property is building in value so I can always sell. And I’m putting the extra into a solid financial portfolio. I can buy a small house outright and be secure by the time our marriage dissolves.”“Why not ask for $200,000? Or even more? Why not squeeze me dry?”She shrugged. “I estimated one-fifty would be enough to give me everything I want. If I thought you’d give me more money, I would’ve asked. After all, other than dealing with my family, it’s a pretty easy bargain. I just have to put up with you.”“I guess you’re more logical than I thought.” The statement should have been a compliment. She burned with humiliation, but knew she’d bought the distance desperately needed. Of course, the price was her character. But she reminded herself of the goal and remained silent.He pulled up to her apartment building. She opened the car door and grabbed her purse. “I’d invite you up, but I think we’ll be seeing enough of each other in the next year.”Dia mengangguk. "Malam. Aku akan berhubungan. Saya dapat memiliki para penggerak yang membantu Anda kapanpun Anda siap. Melakukan apa pun yang Anda inginkan dengan pernikahan dan biarkan aku tahu di mana dan kapan harus muncul.""Oke. See ya.""Lihat ya."Dia membiarkan dirinya ke apartemen, menutup pintu di belakangnya, dan meluncur kembali ke bawah frame sampai dia memukul lantai.Kemudian menangis.…Nick melihatnya aman masuk loft nya dan menunggu cahaya untuk klik. Purr rendah dari BMW adalah hanya suara untuk memecah keheningan.Kejengkelannya di penerimaan nya tumpul mengganggu dia. Mengapa dia peduli jika dia ingin uang? Itu adalah motivasi yang sempurna untuk mendapatkan mereka baik melalui tahun berikutnya dengan tidak ada kerusakan. Ia perlu menjaga jarak. Orangtuanya disebabkan kerinduan berbahaya untuk gelembung dari dalam. Ia dengan cepat terjepit emosi, tetapi gagasan bahwa ia masih mempertahankan beberapa sakit sinar harapan bagi keluarga yang normal marah kepadanya.Mungkin itu adalah cara dia melihat malam ini. Dia telah disematkan rambutnya, dan keras kepala rambut ikal hitam ditusuk melalui bobby PIN untuk meletakkan seluruh nya pipi dan leher. Kulitnya tampak hangat untuk menyentuh, sedikit bersemangat dengan kesenangan dari berada di sekitar keluarganya. Dia tersenyum begitu mudah, bibir penuh dan santai.He’d wanted to dip his head and taste what lay beneath those ruby, bee-stung lips. Wanted to slip his tongue deep inside and tempt her to play. The snug material of her jeans showed off the curve of her buttocks and swing of her hips. A hot pink button-down shirt seemed conservative enough, until she leaned forward and Nick caught a glimpse of pale rose lace cupping her full breasts. The image burned through his mind and wreaked havoc with his concentration. He’d spent most of the evening trying to get her to bend down to sneak a peek. Just like a horny teenager.The light bulb kicked on and he roared away from the curb. Temper bit at him like a moody pit bull. She bothered him in a deep gutted way. So did her family. He remembered how loving her mother was. Remembered the guilt when he’d wished his own mother would disappear and leave him with Maria McKenzie.