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Chapter 7 WHO THE FU*K ARE YOU NOW

Word Count: 841    |    Released on: 06/08/2025

a few days. Instead, she'd given him blow aft

undred onlookers, her unapologetic strike shat

ime to get back to your real life!" Ronald gro

wall. Her vodka-hazed gaze slid to Nick's s

p curling. "Unlike you, still chok

flash-frozen the room. "

nger at her di

k with some random junkie-" H

vote?" Cecilia fired ba

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ld f

e ballrooms and Swiss finishing schools-would'

.. this v

st out laughing. "Goddamn," he wheezed

ng her arm through Ronald's like

her a look. Instead, she

servitude. "M'lady," he crooned, offering his arm. "Th

lia muttered, pressing her

't yet dispersed-no doubt tomorrow's he

en drinking and cavorting with a

were fewer and fewer things in this

nald's voice cut through the nois

ce came almost like a whisper, as if he were speaking to himself.

head. Her shoulder

d, not unde

ulders shook...

ead-laughing uncontrollabl

hah

t statement-more absurd than

face Ronald, her eyes were

ike that while standing next to your new gir

even cast the roles perfectly. Too bad you're a TERRI

ic

ers?" Cecilia swept her hand slowly through the

ury. Her clenched fists betrayed her urge

he turned away with a smil

, watching her figure d

*

n lights shimmered, casting a d

pun-brillia

and gently shoved her in. "Fare's covered

dazed, the alcohol clea

ve, slowly, deliberately

eriously zoning out aga

er lips curling into a sly smile. "What kind of gentl

fened. "W

sweetly-then yanked him into the cab with he

stinctively shielding himself.

a murmured as she slumped int

ed in surrender. He di

s phone

nconscious woman beside him,

iam's voice was calm, but

lent for drama. She doesn't say

e. "Ex

the Peninsula

ut his penthouse window at the

of his wrist, he le

amp streets, tires slicing through p

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