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“First, I need to get you out of here.” We need to talk in private about this matter. “I don’t want anyone to eavesdrop.”

“Talk in private?” Hell no. I’m not going with you! The last time I believed in what you said, I ended up in prison, so no thanks. Just tell them the truth and let me leave. I will freaking give you back your credit card. I don’t need it anymore.

“I won’t let you leave if you don’t agree to talk in private, Ms. Stolly.”

“What the hell do you want to talk about?” I don’t even know you! “Don’t worry, I didn’t withdraw any cents from your credit card; it’s still there!”

“It’s not about the credit card.”

“Then what is it?”

“You are hard to find, Ms. Stolly. “I have no choice but to report that my card has been stolen so they can track it down and lead me to you.”

Now I’m even more confused. Why does he need to find me? If it’s not about the freaking credit card, then what is it?

Did I turn him on last night so he wouldn’t forget about me?

Then chubby girls must be his