Married To The Billionaire I Hate

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ter of the field, the late afternoon sun had a golden halo over his dark hair. His movements were without effort, calculated, as he dod

hrough the safety of my thick-rimmed glasses. My cheeks burned, though I told

old letters. Even the guys who pretended not to care shot him envious glan

t much...he'd just handed me an umbrella. I was stranded outside the library, soaking wet and fumbling with my books, when he walked up, calm an

oting star streaking across the sky while I sat on the ground wishing I could be closer. Still, I couldn't stop st

yes betrayed me, glued to the field where he stood, shining brighter than anyone else. Did he

rs screamed his name, waving their banners. Cole stood in the middle of it all, grinning that easy, heart-stopping grin of his. His hair was damp with sweat, his

ied to catch his attention. He didn't push them away; he leaned into it, laughing and tossing a

e...not often, but enough to make my pulse race. I convinced myself it meant something. Maybe it was crazy, b

anyone passing by could hear it. The hallway was quiet except for occas

droplets of water clinging to his neck. He wore a crisp white t-shirt and jeans, his effortless style making him look like

p forward. My knees felt like jelly, and my palms were sweating,

blue eyes locking onto mine. "Hey," he replied casually, his

hanged a quick glance with them before turning hi

.. talk to you.

ing against the wall. He tilted his head, the

l, so... magnetic. Everything about him screamed confidence, and it was overwh

g nervously at his friends, who were still standing

owing a little. "Relax," he said, hi

under a spotlight. My heart raced, and my throat fe

ut in a panicked jumble. I winced as soon as I said it, wishing I could disappear. "I mean, I've had feelings for yo

wkwardly. "I know it's probably silly, but... you're amazing, Cole. You're kind,

ve what he was hearing. For one fleeting moment, I thought I saw something softer in hi

e was laced with utter

u," I repeated, wit

as when it

, boisterous laugh that echoed through the hallway. It wasn't just a chuckle or a polite laugh. It was the kind o

e clutched his sides, shaking his head like wha

ated the question between laughs, his voic

d to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. His laughter still continued, lou