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I had seen it. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Do not spy on me, Miss Lin." "I wasn't spying! I just... I didn't peg you for a romance reader," I said, a nervous giggle escaping my lips. He placed the tablet down, his hand resting protectively over it. "It is not 'romance'," he corrected, his voice defensive. "It is a psychological study. The author... Velvet Rose... she captures human desperation in a way that is quite rare." I stared at him. My mouth went dry. He likes my writing?

I deadpanned, hauling myself up the steps. Inside, the cabin looked like a Hermès catalog, smooth beige, polished cherrywood, and the smell of fresh coffee slapping away the ramen-and-space-heater reality of my actual life. I dropped into a leather seat by the window, letting my body sink into luxury. “Don’t ruin the jet,” Nicolas muttered as he sat down and opened his iPad. “We’re just middle-class mortals in desperate need of entertainment,” I said, kicking my feet up with a smug smile.

I grab my phone and look through my messages; there’s one from Nicole, I open it to read it fully. Nicole: Heyyy, thanks for saving me from that guy my parents set me up with. Nicole: Also Der is a really nice guy and handsome too, adding heart eyes emoji I text her back happy that my matchmaking skills didn’t go to a waste Taina: I’ll always be glad to save you from awkward situations, and I’m glad you like him, I thought you two would be a perfect fit. I’m about to drop my phone, when she replies; turns out she’s online

Hell, I even like the easy, genuine friendship I’ve finally arrived at with Bridget and her new husband. The Disney fairy-tale ending isn’t for everyone. Some of us like our lives a little messier. The problem with women like Nicole is that they remind you that the fairy-tale ending exists, and they’re going to get it one day. Just with some other lucky bastard who isn’t you. Beside me, Nicole moves her hand onto my thigh and gives a gentle, supporting rub. It shocks me out of my thoughts. Partly because it feels good, and she’s gorgeous enough, that if she keeps touching me like that, I’m going to need to do some strategic napkin placement to stay decent.

she warned them and then left them alone. "you know what, you are really pretty...," Bella started saying to Nicole. "Thanks for the compliment, I am flattered," Nicole replied, "you are pretty yourself too," Nicole continued, with a smile. It seemed quite uncomfortable for Nicole, the young lady seemed to be flirting with the way she looked at her and touched her from time to time. The poor girl was starting to get a little bit uncomfortable, she had no idea why this woman seemed so interested in her so suddenly. She didn't think there was anything special about her appearance, besides the fact that her hair was naturally beautiful.

Even though we manage very s,all talks every now and then, Nicole us pretty set in her boundaries. I can't go to her side of the room without asking for asking for permission. I glanced towards her, where she's perched on her bed reading how about the birth, growth and behavioral patterns of hyenas. Very weird if I'm asked. You would choose that kind of book over reading a fictional book. I'd rather read a crime fiction than that. "What?" She snapped, "why are you looking at me like that?" I sat at the edge of my bed and stared at her earnestly, "Do you have maybe a ten thousand sitting somewhere and you have no plans for I'm the nearest future?"

Rarely use it, because I don’t usually relax much in the office, but at least it will be useful now. Cross my arms in front of the body, while waiting for your farce to end, stopping to observe how beautiful the crazy is fucking. I’ve had my share of women throughout my forties, but I confess that I don’t remember meeting anyone like her. Not only for the stunning appearance but by the combo. Nicole is, yes, beautiful and hot with her one and a half meters, but it’s not just that.

**Distant chatter coming from down the hall** Random girl #1:” God Esrath is such a dweeb; she thinks that we are friends and honestly if her parents weren't loaded, I would have hit her with my car; like ugh she is so ugly and annoying!” Random Girl #2: “I know and the way she dresses makes me want to hurl!” Macy: “I mean I am only friends with her because her parents paid me to be nice to her since I was 5, otherwise I wouldn’t even care to be around her. An extra 5k a month has been really good lately!”

Or in my case, I helped speed it up a little. It was Christmas Eve again, and the heating in my new apartment was strong and warm. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fireworks bloomed across the sky. I sat on the carpet, and behind me stood a brand-new acrylic display case stretching across the entire wall. The shelves were filled with Labubu, Zimomo, and all kinds of collectible figurines I'd loved. Every single one was perfectly intact and gleaming with a delicate, polished luster. In the very center stood a spanking-new Singer. I'd bought it at a high price from a private collector.

"First of all: I'm landing in New York tomorrow. Tomorrow! I got a job at a gallery. We can finally drink together again and rate hot guys like civilized women!" My hand jerked, the pencil nearly slipping from my grip. Nicole returning to New York?!!!! A sudden wave of warmth rushed into my chest, too sudden, too bright, and I had to grip the edge of the easel to steady myself. But before I could say anything, Nicole lowered her voice dramatically. "And big big news, babe... I found Adrian." Everything inside me stilled. Like someone pressed pause on my entire bloodstream. "...What?" My voice came out thin.