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Wrong Timing Book

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Wrong Timing

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[MATURE CONTENT] - NO RAPE "You seem to be inclined to the challenge, incredible how you want things on the hardest way, when they come easy, you tend to reject it. It seems you don't like it. And in the end you always choose the wrong timing... But I believe in you." When Nina finally gets her promotion in a large Architecture firm, she doesn't imagine that this promotion and a lecture in another country could cause an upheaval in her life. The possibility of experiencing a new love, unlike anything she has ever experienced and the return of a ghost from the past, make Nina have to leave her comfort zone and face her fears, traumas and challenges to live this intense passion. ************************************************************** "Damn, did something happen? She said she wasn't feeling well and now she doesn't answer the fucking room phone or cell phone. - Okay, I'll need the room key. - I said. - Sir, unfortunately it won't be possible. It is against our privacy policy. - said the receptionist. - But what? I know her, Marina Maia, she was with me earlier today and said she was not feeling well. I haven't heard from her since we had lunch. I called and you called and she didn't answer. Aren't you worried? - Sir, have you considered the possibility of her leaving or simply not wanting to attend to you? - he had the audacity to say. - What the fuck? - I said. - Can I help with anything else? - he asked me. - No grazie, but I think this could help you. - I said, discreetly handing him a hundred euro bill. - A moment, signori. - he replied while calling someone. Damn it, I would still be kicked out of the hotel for a bribe. He whispered in the man's ear and came towards me. - What? - I asked. - Didn't you want to go to 1102? Come on, quickly. - he replied. I was so nervous that I only thought about what to say to Marina when the receptionist was opening the door, my heart cold. And there she was, in the deepest sleep. Snoring. We stood at the door without moving. - Looks like your Fiona is asleep. Or in a coma. - he said. - Shut the fuck up. - I answered." ************************************************************** I do not own the cover picture and is owned by the rightful owner.

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