The Gang Leader's Betrayal
She turned to see him leaning against the doorframe of the closet, still gloriously shirtless.
She looked at him and smiled, then shook her head. A flash of relief crossed his face, quickly replaced by understanding. She was glad he didn’t press the issue. He knew her well enough by now to understand her aversion to such events.
Valentina wasn’t particularly fond of parties, getting drunk, or dancing with strangers. The loud music, the forced small talk, the constant networking - it all felt exhausting to her.
She’d only do it if she needed to unwind after a particularly stressful week, was coerced by a friend (usually Nancy, with her puppy dog eyes and promises of “just one drink”), or had
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