My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!
Still… the idea refused to leave.
“So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?”
I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest.
“Wait. First, a toast.”
I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?”
She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”
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