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I’m finding it even harder to accept the full-blown crazy thing I felt for Hunter when he kissed me.
I never thought I’d be in a situation where my heart is so conflicted. And all in the space of a handful of weeks.
During that short time I’ve gone from planning to give my virginity to my childhood friend to being engaged to one of New York’s most prominent billionaires.
It’s like I made a wrong turn and stepped into the Twilight Zone.
I flip the page of my notebook and frown when I see it’s the very last page.
I curse myself for not noticing until now. This is also my last notebook. I was supposed to grab a couple from my favorite stationary store while I was out the other day but I forgot.
With a heavy sigh I scan the rows of bookshelves around me, wondering where Hunter might keep his stationary. In a big house like this he’s bound to have a stash somewhere.
I was just getting to the final plans for the press release. If I can finish this tonight that will free up some work tomorrow. I also hate stopping work when I’m in the middle of a good run of ideas. It’s never quite the same the next day.
If Paige were awake she’d get me a notepad or ten. Tonight she turned in earlier than usual and I wouldn’t dare disturb her for such a small thing.
She’s been around every time I’ve needed her and really supported me this week. I knew she could tell I needed it.
I get up and check around the library but find nothing I can use in here.
My next port of call is Hunter’s office, a place that has been implied to be off-limits to me.
That was the one room I didn’t see on my tour. All Paige did was point to the door and tell me that was Hunter’s office.
Surely he won’t mind if I grab a few sheets of paper from his printer. Maybe he won’t even know.
With that reasoning I leave the library and head to his office.
I’m glad to find that the door isn’t locked. I open it and go inside.
Automatic lights instantly turn on to welcome me and reveal a beautiful room that’s just as big as the living room and as spectacular as the library.
It has the same style with the rows of wooden shelves and brown leather furniture and he’s complemented it with a sofa area with a section for drinking.
This room holds more of Hunter’s personality than anywhere else in the house.
I proceed to his desk and find the printer behind the chair. Just like I thought there’s plenty of paper in there, so I take a stack and some pens from the holder. Mission accomplished.
However, now that I’m in here my curiosity has piqued.
I still know hardly anything about Hunter, and I doubt that’s going to change.
How can it be right that I’m getting married to this man in a few weeks when I know so little about him? Maybe this room can give me some answers.
I try the top drawers in his desk but find nothing but a bunch of sticky notes, pens and paperclips. The next row of drawers holds some purchase ledger books and what look like notebooks with ideas he scribbled down for work.
I find a recent issue of a sailing magazine and flip through it to a racing event he has circled in the back. It’s a tri-state competition at the end of the summer and it seems like he’s planning to compete. I guess that’s one more thing I know about him. I knew he liked boats, but now I know just how much.
I put the magazine down and crouch to open the bottom drawers. There is a stack of journals inside.
At first I consider not going through them because I never intended to look through anything super private. Then I realize that, of course, there’s no way a man like Hunter would leave super private things lying around for anyone to find. Least of all me.
But what if these do contain private things?
Wouldn’t I want to know?
These books could contain dark shit I should know. Like what if he’s secretly a hitman and these contain a list of all the people he’s taken down to climb the career ladder?
