The Billionaire In The Treehouse

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he driveway quickly. "Ohh... Clyde Miller is at

" I asked, my heart po

dged her head

at the plate number of a Cadill

prince or somethi

laug

Like billionaire type of rich," she expla

Maybe I really want to see the woman who lets h

essed in a black coat, black heels, and a red purse that could probably buy me and everything I own. She tilte

oy trying to meet up with him. Probably his brother butbhe had dark hair. He tu

eyes meet mine. He didn't look away, neither did I

dhead that took out her frustration on h

gize to him," Yellow pulled m

e family? Hell no," I refus

are already standing close to their cars, Clyde's mom entering a Maybach while Clyde, the you

His lashes were long and thick, casting shadows over his electric blue eyes. There was a weariness in his expression, a tiredness that spoke volumes-tired of li

working on my sleeping schedule I promise. When I got home, the lights in Clyde's treehouse were on. I could hear soft

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dates right? That's the day every couple in town chooses to give their partner a time of their life, but today it's

ell freshly cooked steak. Did Matt decide to use

a hair net and carefully wore it over my slick bun. Not that any

ed my name tags and pi

ut there, what is going on?" I asked b

waving because his hands w

hole restaurant," Yellow

it must have cost a f

are having dinner here." s

skipped

at being a nice and reasonable human. Instead of freaking out, I took it as anothe

d dress, red lipstick, black Louboutins and a black purse. Her hair was slicked to the back in a low bun, she looked expensive. There was

Shoulder-length hair walked In as well, busy with her phone. She

ed over to them with a notebook and a pen t

y back pocket to be sure my apol

in, his bodyguard behind him shutting a

s Clyde in her extremely high heels and literally threw herself on

met. I was staring creepily at them. I shou