Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
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My heart gives a tiny, involuntary skip at the charming revelation.
“Julian…” I say awkwardly, preparing to remind him of my professional boundaries.
Before I can give the speech, he reaches into his tailored pants pocket and pulls out a small, thick card made of premium matte paper. He hands it to me. It’s entirely blank, except for a sleek, black QR code printed directly in the center.
“What is this?” I ask, turning the card over in my hands.
“An exclusive invitation to my birthday party this Friday night,” he says excitedly, flashing me a dazzling smile.