THIRTY
THIRTY She’d never dreamt of white dresses and fancy houses. As a kid her dreams were only of happiness and leisure. The idea of traveling the world inspired her. Though backpacking and bunking in hostels had been more common in her mind’s eye than five star and caviar. Lying in bed, next to Zairn, her fingers feathered across his cheek. He was perfection. The perfect specimen of man. Tall, chiseled, strong, alpha, in charge. He had his flaws. No one was perfect. But the world thought different. They adored him from afar. Coveted his life and attention. The world didn’t know him. People thought he was chasing the proverbial high. Sleeping around. Partying all night. Extravagant. Gregarious. Wild. He wasn’t. She’d dated the party boy in college. More than one of them actually. The part
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