Too Late, Mr. Player: Watch Me Shine

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ed, and the airbag exploded from the steering wheel, slam

crid smell of white powder and burnt rubber. Coughing, I shoved at t

or opened, and the chauffeur, Arthur, ran through the downpour

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umbled out onto the wet asphalt, the freezing rain soaking through

the Maybach, just as the rea

s Berkley Lambert, his ice-blue

arted vibrating wildly inside my coat poc

fingers and swiped to answer, immediately gr

d apologize to Adrianna right n

hway, looking down at the blood mixing with rainwa

hell,

s screen with my thumb, and blocked his num

d up, I spoke over t

lion, five hundred and fifty million. The extra f

ed 911 to report the collision, and shoved the phone back

into my eyes, stinging fier

The police are on their way, and my insura

r open and stepped out into the torrential rain, his leather

x-foot-four frame blocked the fre

motion, he unbuttoned his custom black suit jacket, shrugg

about the bu

ming rain as the warmth of his body heat a

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pels, my frozen muscles relaxing a fraction before sirens wailed i

back doors. Looking back over my shoulder as I stepped up, I saw B

gency room bay, and the nurses wheeled me inside-just as the roar of

t still draped over my shoulders, I held my arm still as the nurse taped down the

plastered to his forehead. When his eyes landed on me, a flas

ed my uninjured wrist, h

king a car crash and trying to kill y

d lost his mind and yanked

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is pupils shrank when he spotted the tailo

jacket