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he said Dad, please let's go, I said "Fine, let's..... DID YOU JUST CALL ME DAD!" he said in a surprised tone. Shit!!! Let's go please, I said pleading with my eyes. What the hell was I thinking? I asked myself. Do I want to give him chance?, Do I want this? I asked myself I think I do, let me tell him now, I said to myself hmmm... I want to tell you something. I started Go on I'm listening he said I want to thank you for standing up for me, I also didn't regret calling you dad and I am so sorry for being rude on the first day, I said

He begged with those annoying puppy eyes of his. I sighed and leaned back in my chair. My speculation is right. He's here because he needs something from me. F&I also known as Fire and Ice is my secret bar. I am doing my best to hide it from the prying eyes of my parents and press. The last thing I want or need is drama. I'm a very private person and I utterly hate it whenever the press puts their nosy noses in my business. "Alright, just this once Vla--"

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Issa tapped it. "Welcome, fates. How can I help you today?" ReNew appeared, dressed as box office staff, stifling a giggle. "Two movie tickets, please," Issa requested. ReNew pressed a button, and the cash register drawer popped out with a ding. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "That will be twenty dollars." Issa handed over a wad of cash. "Is this enough?" "Yes, thank you. Here's your ticket. Enjoy the movie."

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Lola POV “Morning everyone” my boss, Keanu, greets everyone. “Morning” we all chorus back. Keanu begins to assign teams and, of course, I am with him today. “Vanessa and Ricardo, you and I will be having a meeting with a very big prospective client, it’s important we reel them in as they have a great number of wealthy businesses. This could by far be the biggest client we have ever had if we pull it off. We will go over the details after this meeting” he states, before dividing up the other clients. Oh yeah, I go by the name Vanessa now. I didn’t want to risk anyone finding me, so of course, I couldn’t use my real name. We mostly have small, yet rich, customers, so having a possibly big clie

All thanks to Evans who made me close to Quinn. My phone rang bringing me out of my thoughts. I smirked as I looked at the ID caller. "Hi Evans. What's up?." "Hey bro. Am cool and you?." "Good." I replied and thought of Quinn as it made me smile again. "How was it?." He asked." "It went bro well." "That's good. Wanna hang out at the club tonight?." "Yeah sure thing." "K, 8pm dot. Don't be late." "I won't. Trust me."

“Excuse me?” “Why didn’t you go to him while he was alive? Why come to me two years later?” “Well… to be honest, I heard that you compensate—rather, that you apologize to his victims with money, and I thought…” “And you thought I’d offer you some gold as an apology?” “Y-yes.” “Don’t get confused, miss. Your forgiveness means nothing to me. I wasn’t the one who committed those vile acts—that was my dead brother, a former duke who wasn’t even deemed worthy of burial in the family crypt.”

Maybe this marriage was not as unbearable as I had imagined. I asked him to announce our marriage on social media and to follow my personal account. Only then did I notice that he had no followers on his account at all. I was the very first. So I uploaded a photo of our fingers interlaced, tagged him, and added the caption: "Blissfully married with my love!" After glancing at his phone once, he panicked and tossed it aside. Both his ears were so red they looked ready to bleed. I forced down the smile tugging at my lips and stopped looking at his flustered expression. Marrying him felt... pretty good.

"You said you wouldn't be back for another month at least!" "Plans changed," Nathan said, laughing as he hugged her back, lifting her briefly off her feet before setting her down. "Turns out three months backpacking through South America is enough to make a man miss actual plumbing, decent coffee, and people who don't try to sell you llama wool at every single bus stop. Where's Ryan? I want to see his face when I tell him about the time I nearly got arrested in Bolivia."