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| 10 | First Date
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]It's been a few days since that yacht party. I hope he's not pissed that I'm showing up an hour late. Where is he? Why does he want us to meet here? This looks like a high-end jewelry shop. The gilded doors alone look like they cost more than everything I own. I stand outside the shop, the late afternoon sun bathing the quaint store in a warm glow. I'm waiting for my phone to ring while peeking at the sparkling displays of gemstones and metals. Maybe he chose this place since it's near the country club. It doesn't look crowded inside. Only four people are browsing the impressive selection of bespoke jewelry, but I still don't want to go inside by myself.I can't seem to get rid of the tension inside me. Can't just walk it off or sit it out like a random tummy ache. I hold my breath when my phone dings with a new message from Dominico, asking me if I'm nearby. I reply with a short text: [ I'm outside the store. White shirt. ]Clasping my satchel, I watch the cu
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] Long shadows dim our path as we exit the store, the sun dipping lower in the sky. The warmth of the evening feels nice, unlike the terrifying reality his suspicions are forcing me to wrap my head around. We walk away from the picturesque sidewalk with Dominico glancing over his shoulder. Before we reach the Maserati, he looks behind one more time and puts his arm around my back. Like he's waiting for some sketchy guys to pop up out of nowhere and kidnap me. Just thinking it could happen makes my insides churn. My legs and feet are overworked after that ten-hour shift, but my brain can't seem to process most of the pain. I just know I need a quiet, private space where I can regroup my thoughts before we go anywhere else. “Hey. I-I really don't mind taking the bus. You don't have to drive me to the...”“Stay close.”“Why?” I almost glare at my “date” and stand beside his ride. Should I give him gas money now? Or just let him escort me all evening like a hired bo
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]“Are you home?”“Just got home.”“Oh. Okay.” So his house is only an hour away from here. Is he still alone? Parking the Maserati in his garage? How many cars does he own? A trust fund kid like him probably has a few luxury cars at the very least. “D'you need something?” His voice sounds slightly hoarse, his tone laced with concern.“A whole day just for sleeping. A two-week paid vacation.”“Why're you still up? I told you to rest.”Lying on my back with the lights off, I smile at the concern behind his short semi-rant. I'm already in my room, all showered and about to doze off. Yet I can't stop thinking about him and the things we've talked about. “I'm trying.”Dominico sighs on the other end, as if he's getting annoyed that I called him too soon. “Get off the phone. Turn it off and sleep.” “You're startin' to sound like my dad.” “We're meeting up tomorrow. Can't have you cranky and hating me all day.”Hating him? “Tomorrow? Why?” Are we going on another "dat
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] It's past ten in the morning. I feel shitty. Drained. Battered. I probably look worse. It's viral. I know it. “Go back to sleep. Sleep is good,” I murmur to myself, wiping my runny nose. My skin is feverish especially my neck, armpits, and the insides of my thighs. My stomach feels off. My eyes and tongue feel hot, too. My body's giving up on me, and I feel guilty because it's mostly my fault. I haven't been minding my health the past few months. My diet's been poor, and I haven't been working out. I don't even recall the last time I had a solid eight hours of sleep in a day. No idea how Dominico manages to look that ripped and strong on barely five hours of sleep. It's probably genetics. Or he compulsively works out every single day. I need a copy of his diet plan and workout routine. Stat. “Ugh.” I feel like my eyes got stung by a bee while I was unconscious. My throat aches, too, like the rest of my body. I didn't cry myself to sleep, though. Dominico man
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