The Bad Boy’s Bet
Pinkbeei will not return to my familya letter to my fatherpromise to punish my ridiculous familyi wrote to you everyday for a year
My heart hammered against my ribs when I saw Aiden’s black car pull up, nothing flashy, just a sleek, dark SUV that still screamed money.
He stepped out, looking nervous in a way I’d rarely seen. Dark jeans, gray hoodie, hair slightly messy like he’d run his hands through it too many times.
“You came,” he said, voice warm but cautious.
“I said I would.” I offered a small smile. “But somewhere quiet, okay? No big gestures.”
Aiden nodded immediately. “I know a place. No one goes there much. Just… normal.”
We drove in comfortable silence for fifteen minutes, leaving the elite neighborhood behind. He parked near a small public park on the edge of the city, nothing fancy, just green grass, old be
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