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ELEANOR
I was sitting in the living room, surrounded by a sea of files I had brought from the office. The lamp on the side table cast a soft glow, illuminating my focused face as I worked through the paperwork.
It was midnight yet I did not want to stop working until I was done. After what happened with Alex interfering in my company, I did not want anymore interference.
I barely noticed the creak of the stairs as Dante descended, his footsteps soft but deliberate.
“Eleanor,”
Dante called, his voice gentle yet commanding.
I looked up, momentarily startled before a warm smile spread across my lips. His hairs were disheveled , his blue eyes sleepy making him look so adorable.
Dante’s presence was a welcome distraction from the stress that had been building up throughout
