Chapter 41 Two weeks later “Ready?” I squeeze Bonnie’s hand tightly. She smiles, failing to hide the worry etched in her beautiful face. The London Marathon is tomorrow; she needs to do this first, so she can concentrate on the race. He opens the door before I can ring the

Chapter 40 One week later The sun shines through the slits in the electric blinds. My body clock has synced with Jack’s and now I can’t sleep past five. Or perhaps it’s something to do with the massive bulge pushing against my ass every morning. I can tell by his

Chapter 39 Heart pounding, I stand still and stare at Nisha. I can’t do this; I can’t see him here in the office. I want to flee down the aisle or hide under a desk. What’s he going to do? Ask me to leave or ignore me? Either will break

Chapter 38 Bad things come in threes, they say. Well, I’ve lost my boyfriend, my dad and probably the role on the Motor Works project so hopefully, that’s me done for a while. And wearing healing crystals around my neck? Bullshit. I hate wearing jewellery now. Having something around my

Chapter 37 “What’s my favourite girl doing?” I run my fingers through Poppy’s hair. She’s the spitting image of my twin sisters when they were kids. Long glossy brown hair and dark brown eyes. Sometimes I think my heart will burst when I look at Poppy. She’s the first of

Chapter 36 “I’m busy.” I glare at Danny and Tristan in the hallway. Unfortunately, Lucy, the traitor, has other ideas. She leaps all over the two of them, begging them to come inside. I feel slightly appeased that their custom-made designer suits are being slobbered over. Danny pets Lucy. “Your

Chapter 35 It’s a crisp Sunday morning. At eight, London hasn’t fully woken up yet, but I haven’t slept. I thought running from my flat in Brixton to his house in Greenwich would calm me down and help me find a solution to this. That on my run I would

Chapter 34 Why do I have no shoes on? I can’t run twenty-six miles with no shoes. Everyone is looking at me like I’m a moron. I’m coming up to the mileage sign. I’ve been at it for hours. I should be at the twenty-mile mark. I can’t read it

Chapter 33 “Well, well, well, look who it is.” Tristan’s eyes gleam as I enter through the velvet curtain. Huxley Cocktail Club is Tristan’s favourite private members’ bar. Apparently, they pump scents into the air to make you relaxed and horny. Sometimes I’d prefer an old man’s pub where the

Chapter 32 I’m in the middle of a painfully hot shower when the door buzzes. The only people who visit me unannounced are Amazon delivery men, especially at 8 a.m. on a Saturday. But I know from the buzz it’s not a delivery guy. I can feel the annoyance through