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When Rivals... Fuck? (2)

Author: Sharon Madu
last update publish date: 2026-03-02 23:02:46

The walk to the elevator is the longest thirty seconds of my life. My shoes click rhythmically on the marble floors. Julian is silent beside me, his hands shoved into his pockets.

We hit the lobby, and the cold winter air of the city bites at my face. The black SUV is idling at the curb, exhaust curling into the grey sky like smoke.

"I’m driving," I say, stepping toward the driver's side.

"In this weather?" Julian scoffs, catching my arm. "You drive like a grandmother going to church, Frank. We
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    Walking home under the blazing mid-morning sun while I'm this pissed off is miserable.Daniel is a sore in my ass.I want to turn around, march back to that log house, and bite his pathetic dick right off.Even the cucumber sitting in my bag feels like a burden. Everything pisses me off-especially the sun beating down on my skin.A horn honks behind me.I keep walking.I'm hugging the shoulder of the road, so whoever is jamming their thumb against the horn can go straight to hell.It honks again. Then a third time.I spin around, ready to scream at whoever it is, but the words die in my throat.I know that shiny red car.The catechist's car. The one that rarely gets used.It pulls up alongside me, the power window gliding down with a low hum."Abigail," he says, leaning over the passenger seat, his hands resting lightly on the wheel. "Get in."I don't hesitate. I yank the door open and slide into the cool leather seat."Good afternoon, sir." I smile. "Thank you for the ride.""Welcome

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