Lance returned to his penthouse. He threw himself on his bed, as he just had a long flight from Bali to Los Angeles.
He should've been sleeping, but he couldn't even close his eyes right now.
His mind and heart were restless as he kept thinking about Madeline Rose, the woman who made things far more difficult than he expected.
Lance stared at the ceiling as he thought about the choice that Madeline had given him.
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'Whether you want to see me in this business persona I put up or the real girl you saw last night, the choice is yours, Mr. Grant.'
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That statement lingered in his head, forcing him to pick one of these difficult choices.
"To make her a mere business tool…" Lance muttered. "Or to make her my real girlfriend…"
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"Fuck, how am I supposed to decide? She's making it difficult for me!" Lance covered his eyes with his arm as he got frustrated.
