Her Sugar Boy Was A Rival
I respond, avoiding eye contact, keeping my guard high.
He chuckles, misinterpreting my aloofness as an invitation. “I’m Adrian,” he introduces himself, extending a hand.
I finally turn to him, taking in his features—an attractive man with a clean-cut appearance, exuding confidence. Harmless. That’s the catch.
He chatters on, detailing his career, recounting his globetrotting adventures, laying out the threads he believes make him interesting. I barely listen, allowing him to buy me another drink, a small indulgence that costs me nothing in the grand scheme of things.
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