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Chapter 6

Author: Oyizamsii
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After work, I made more effort than usual—figuring maybe if I looked good, I’d feel good. I squeezed into my tightest jeans and threw on a deep purple top that highlighted my generous cleavage. A pair of strappy black studded heels added the finishing touch. One glance in the mirror and I had to admit—I looked damn good.

So screw you, Christian Merrick, for not thinking I was worth a second glance.

Living in Brooklyn, I usually met my dates at the venue. Public transport didn’t exactly scream romance, and I wasn’t in the habit of letting strangers know where I lived. But Aspen had different plans—he offered to drive since the comedy club was way out on Long Island. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

“I hope you don’t mind—I just need to make a quick stop first,” he said.

“Sure, no problem,” I replied, glancing out the window.

The ride was nothing like when we met at that party. This time, conversation was stiff and shallow. I had to keep tossing out questions just to keep the air f
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