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I didn’t know how Liam got my contact
information.
I got out of the freaking shower and planned
to go to freaking bed. Then his freaking call
freaking came.
“Are you with your freaking boss?”
He knew about my connection to Mr. Lane. I
was surprised.
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But Liam probably had a lot of freaking
contacts, so it made sense.
“Get to the point. I’m going to bed.”
…Riley, I’ve been thinking about something. Why are you acting like this? Why are you mad at me? And why are you so cold to Brittany? She’s your best freaking friend. You forgot her freaking birthday.”
My control almost freaking snapped.
Liam could always get a reaction out of me.
I’d taken Mr. Lane’s lesson to heart, I
snapped:
“Liam, we’re not friends. We never were.”
He was silent.
“Have you always thought that?”
“Yeah.”
How could we be friends if our freaking
positions were so freaking different?
Everyone called me the head cheerleader’s
freaking sidekick. And Liam didn’t disagree.
“So all the time we spent together was just… what?”
“You mean the star and his servant?”
…Why would you think that? I never thought of you that way, and Brittany didn’t either!” “You know Brittany so well? You’re freaking sure she didn’t think that?”
“Riley, why are you saying this? She cares
about you. She’s been worried about you. But you’re…”
“Still not hanging up? I’m freaking sick of it.”
Mr. Lane came in and grabbed the phone. Before hanging up, I heard Liam scream: “Why is there a freaking man in your freaking room? It’s Mr. Lane? He’s your freaking boss,
why are you together at freaking midnight?
Riley freaking Jones!”
All that remained was a dial tone.
I saw that Mr. Lane was wearing a freaking
bathrobe, tied loosely. I said, “Mr. Lane, wear
more freaking clothes.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t I look good?”
“It’s the freaking middle of the freaking
night.”
“Riley freaking Jones.” Mr. Lane was shocked.
“What are you freaking thinking? That’s why you’re just an freaking associate.”
“…Mr. Lane, I’m an associate because I don’t
have a license. And I’m young.”
Mr. Lane turned dark.
“If you could use the power you have to piss
me off on that couple, I’d be happier.”
The power to piss him off?
I was shocked.
He looked freaking cool and elegant.
But he was freaking ruining it with his
freaking insults.
I snapped my fingers: “Mr. Lane, that bag you
gave me…”
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“What about it? Do you think I freaking
charged too much? That’s the freaking
discount I got. No negotiation. If you don’t
want it, throw it away. No refunds.”
He didn’t wait to hear me, turning.
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