Chaos in Heels
“I show up with my chaotic goblin energy, insult his mama, ruin brunches, slap him like we’re in a telenovela, and this man is still looking at me like I’m the human version of a warm brownie.”
“Perhaps he appreciates authenticity more than perfection,” the angel suggested.
“Yeah, well, he can appreciate it from a distance,” Deja grumbled, plopping back onto the bed. “This was supposed to be a quick little con, not a slow descent into emotionally compromised romance. I was supposed to collect the check, cause a little drama, maybe ruin Dominique’s collagen schedule—and dip! Instead, I’m catching feelings like they’re airborne.”
The angel’s glow dimmed slightly as its expression turned seriou
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