Chapter 372 Out Of My League

    Chapter 372 Out Of My League

    Laura went perfectly still, afraid even a shift of breath might detonate him.

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    After a long moment, Weston exhaled, set her gently back on her feet, and stepped away as though distance were the only armor he had left.

    He hovered, his voice a bare tremor. “Laura Wentworth, do you really not care for me anymore?”

    The question locked her spine. “A man like you is out of my league.”

    He narrowed his eyes, as though searching her face for hidden text. “What is that supposed to mean?”

    She let out a short, derisiveugh that tasted of old disappointment. “I suppose golden boys like you have always had a harem orbiting since childhood. I was merely the loudest hanger–on back then, useful when you were bored. A

    convenient human shield to wave off the other women–exactly what I am doing for you now, isn’t that right?”

    Weston’s breath snagged; the usationnded harder than any courtroom blow.

    If he was honest, back then, he had indeed viewed her that way.

    But now, things were different.

    Laura’s tone turned businesslike, as though she were drafting a contract aloud. “During the one–year term you proposed, I’ll be the dutiful, convenient girlfriend you want. Beyond that, I expect nothing more, so let’s not repeat what just happened.”

    A shadow crossed Weston’s features. “What exactly do you mean by ‘what just happened“?”

    She bit her lower lip, gathering courage. “I don’t want to sleep with you anymore!”

    Things like this could happen once or twice, but she had never intended to let it be a habit.

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    Even Weston’s wless face and body couldn’t justify drowning in such brief, empty pleasure.

    Anger shed in his eyes like distant lightning. “You don’t enjoy being with me?”

    She met his gaze without flinching. “Such things are better shared with someone you love. We’re a contract couple, Mr. Windore. You don’t love me, and I don’t love you.”

    He stepped closer, urgency tightening each word. “And if I choose to love you- would you love me back?”

    Laura stared at him as though he had just imed the moon had fallen into the

    sea.

    “Mr. Windore, you must be joking. If love was in the cards, you’d have felt it the first time we dated. Who waits until after the breakup to fall in love? Besides, I told you–I can’t even afford to like a man like you, much less love you. So quit the jokes.”

    The room chilled as Weston’s expression iced over.

    For the first time in all these years, he had bared a sliver of his heart to a woman. The answer hade back sharp and clean—a refusal that sliced through his

    Back then she had looped both arms around his elbow, her voice lilting with yful indignation. “Weston, I am your girlfriend, after all. How about you try loving me–just once?”

    He had answered without blinking. “We made it clear from the start. Dating you never meant I loved you.”

    She had only grinned, eyes bright, confidence overflowing. “That’s okay, I’ll work until you do. If you like me even a tiny bit now, I’ll turn that spark into a wildfire.”

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    He had decided she was mildly amusing–nothing more than a convenient

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    pastime, a pretty decoy to keep the endless parade of bored socialites off his heels.

    Yet she had convinced herself he liked her, even dared to believe he might one day love her.

    Her clingy fingers slipping over his shirt never disgusted him. In truth, those small, ridiculous faces she made had, on rare asions, struck him as almost cute.

    Still, he refused to assign those flickers any meaning.

    He only realized something in him had shifted after they broke up. Her face began to ambush him at odd moments, and every other woman in his orbit suddenly seemed transparent, hollow, uninteresting.

    He kept trying to deny the way her memory clung to him like perfume on a suit.

    He told himself a woman who had dumped him first had no right to haunt him.

    But that denial shattered the instant they crossed paths again.

    He could still taste the jealousy that had gnawed at him when he saw her march into a hotel with Harvey, booking a room as casually as ordering coffee.

    Weston red at her, voice low and dangerous. “Laura, don’t forget–you were the one who came after me first.”

    “So I’m already spending a whole year as your girlfriend under contract,” Laura replied, calm but firm. “When the year is over, let’s part ways peacefully. On good termsb.” /b

    Weston’s lips pressed into a de–thin line. iGood /iiterms/i? iClean /iibreak/ii? /iiShe /iihas /iino /iideai. /i

    He no longer wished for a polite farewell; he wanted something far messier, far more permanent.

    Only once she had closed the door behind Weston did Laura finally let out a long, unsteady breath.

    iWhat /iion /iiearth /iiwas /iiWeston /iidoing /iihere /iithis /iite /iiat /iinight/ii? /iiSurely /iihe /iididn’t /iidrop /iiby /iijust /ito isee /i

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    iForget /iiit, /iistop /iioverthinking/i.

    Laura gave her head a shake, locked the door, then turned—and nearly jumped. Quinn was standing in the middle of the living room, staring at her, silent as a

    statue.

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