The Fiancé

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Naomi Rae's POV "Was he for real, I mean, did he really think that I was that stupid? It was a bloody test, right?" "How much to make you go away?" he said, not even looking up from the paper on the desk he was engaged in. "What do you take me for?" I said after a moment of silence. "Just because you're some big shot billionaire and not that geeky high school runt you used to be, doesn't give you the right to insult me like that, Mr. Alistair." I said furiously, knocking over the contents on his desk, including an expensive-looking calculator. "Stupid i***t; do you know what you've just done?" Nathaniel seethed, his voice dripping with frustration and anger. He loomed over me, our faces mere inches apart, the tension between us palpable. I met Nathaniel's intense gaze with a defiant l

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