Although Naomi couldn't handle her liquor well, her mind remained completely clear. She pushed away Declan, who was trying to hold her. "If we don't want this to get ugly, let's just go our separate ways."
Declan grabbed her wrist. "Naomi, let's talk."
She shook off his hand. "We had an agreement from the start. If either of us met someone suitable, we'd step aside immediately and not get in the way of each other's futures. I'm a woman of my word, and I hate wasting time on meaningless people and things."
"Besides, from beginning to end, we were nothing more than friends with benefits. There's really no need for you to break your usual principles over a casual fling."
Maeve waved a dismissive hand at him. "Mr. Fulton, the door is over there. Don't let it hit you on the way out."
Declan was utterly speechless at the two of them. If a manager at The Imperial hadn't secretly tipped him off, he never would have known Naomi was crazy enough to order male escorts.
On the drive back to Aethelburg from Lumiere City, he had thought about it the entire way. What exactly were his feelings for Naomi? Was she just a distraction when he was bored, or did he want something long-term with her? Before today, he had never seriously considered the question. It wasn't until Maeve slapped the 'cheater' label on him that he was forced to face reality.
Naomi was a brilliant girl. She had high emotional intelligence and never dragged her feet when she spoke or acted. She was entirely different from the women he had grown up around. Perhaps it had to do with her past experiences. With every minute they spent together, he found new things to admire about her. Whenever the tedious nature of his work and the pressure from his family overwhelmed him, Naomi seemed to be his only salvation.

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