FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND
And then we pulled up to the house, and my jaw practically hit the floor.
It was the best one on the block, no doubt. Massive, sleek design with big glass windows, and the front yard was pristine. There were hedges, and even a water feature by the entrance. Everything about it screamed money. The kind of place you see in magazines or movies. As we pulled up, I saw Robert walking out of the house, hands in his pockets, looking all casual and rich at the same damn time. He was smiling, and as soon as we stopped, the chauffeur got out, opened my door again, and helped me out like I was royalty or something.
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