My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back
I gasped, letting the heat fuel my excitement.
“You're crazy!” I shouted back, grinning as I followed her onto the dance floor. The place was pulsing, walls practically alive with the rhythm. Neon lights swirled above us, matching the intensity of the bass, making everything feel like a dream.
“We’re going up front! Felix is on tonight,” Sophie yelled, pulling me forward. Felix was the guy Sophie had been seeing for a week—a student DJ with nothing but a dream
“Starving artists make the best lovers,” she had once said to me, her mouth full of pasta. “They give everything ‘cause they’ve got nothing else, except maybe some terrible poetry with your name awkwardly rhymed in. Tell me, how does
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