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One Last Night
Book: One Last Night Read Online Free
Author: Melanie Milburne
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary
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appeared out of nowhere and put his hand to the small of her back.
    She gave a little start and almost spilt her drink. 'What do you think you're doing sneaking up on me like that?' she said, sending him an irritated look.
    'You look exquisite this evening, Maya,' he said as if she hadn't spoken. He leaned in closer and drew in a deep breath close to her neck. 'Mmm, you're wearing that new perfume again, are you not? It suits you.'
    Maya scowled as she reared away from him. 'Go and mingle with your friends. Everyone will start talking if we're seen together. I don't want another press fest to deal with.'
    He smiled a sinful smile, his dark eyes glinting at her. 'Let them talk. I can spend time with my soon-to-be ex-wife, can't I? Besides, we have business to discuss.'
    Maya pressed her lips together. 'I haven't changed my mind about the villa. I sent the papers back to your lawyer. I am not going to let you pay me off with a lump sum. I told you what I want.'
    'I know,' he said, scooping a glass of champagne off the tray of the passing waiter. He took a generous sip before he added, 'but here's the thing: I want it too.'
    She looked up at him warily. 'We can't both have it, though, can we?'
    His eyes locked on hers, hot and hard as steel. 'I have given it some thought. For the next twelve months I would like the villa to remain a private residence. No developments, no changes.'
    She frowned. 'And after that?'
    He took another sip of his champagne, his throat moving up and down slowly as he swallowed it, deliberately delaying his response, making her wait, making her feel unimportant, insignificant.
    'After that, if you still want it you can buy it from my family,' he said.
    Maya rolled her eyes. 'Oh, for pity's sake.'
    'What's the matter, Maya?' he asked. 'I'm paying you a fortune in settlement. You'll have enough cash to buy ten villas.'
    She stalked away from him. 'I don't want your stupid money.'
    In an effort to move away from the interested glances aimed at her, Maya slipped out to a balcony accessed by French windows. She hadn't expected Giorgio to follow her out there but, before she could shut the doors behind her, he had stepped through them.
    'Why are you being so difficult over this?' he asked, leaning back against the closed doors.

    'I am being difficult?' she asked with an incredulous look. 'You're the one who keeps sending legal documents the thickness of two phone books to me to sign.'
    His forehead creased in a brooding frown. 'I have shareholders and investors to protect. Don't take it personally. It's just business.'
    Maya put her glass of juice down on a pot stand before she dropped it. 'Oh, yes, it's always business with you. Our marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement. The only trouble was I didn't deliver the goods as promised.'
    'What do you mean by that?' His voice was hard and sharp, like a flung dagger.
    She dropped her gaze and let out a scratchy sigh. 'You know what I mean, Giorgio.'
    A lengthy silence passed.
    'I wanted it to work, Maya,' he said quietly. 'I really did, but we were both making each other miserable in the end.'
    She looked up at him with a pained expression. 'You don't get it, do you?'
    'What's to get?' he asked, his voice rising in frustration. 'We were married for five years, Maya. I know it wasn't easy for you. It wasn't easy for me, watching you…' He didn't finish the sentence but, moving away from the doors, lifted his glass and drained the contents.
    Maya looked at his stiff spine, feeling the emotional lockout she always felt when they argued.
    He refused to talk about the losses they had experienced. She'd always had the feeling he had dismissed each miscarriage as nature's way of saying something was not right. She, on the other hand, had wanted to talk about each of the babies she had named as soon as they were conceived.
    She had wanted to talk about their stolen futures, the dreams and hopes she had had for each of them. To her, they were not a
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