38.

Vincent Giovanni

Really? She knows the guy, just fucking great.

“Oh my gosh, you have not changed a bit, still as beautiful as I remember,” the little British prick says with a smile.

“And still the charmer,” Julie replies with a giggle.

She’s giggling at the motherfucker.

“Okay, you’re here for me McCredie, not my girl,” I say interrupting their catch-up session.

“Your boyfriend lacks in the hospitality department love,” he says and takes a seat on my couch.

“Julie, can you please excuse us for a minute?” I ask.

She looks up at me and I raise my brow, she nods and says goodbye to Thomas and leaves, I wait until I hear our bedroom door close.

I pour myself a glass of whiskey and sit down across from him.

“I’m glad you could make it,” I say, “I didn’t think you would.”

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