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Juliet.

Unlock my car.

Now.

Are you going on that date still?

It's not a date. It's a business meeting.

Now, unlock the fucking car door.

Now!

Business meetings aren't you and one other person of the opposite gender over a fancy meal.

That is a date, and since it sounds like you are still going to go.

So… N.O. :)

You're lucky I don't have time to deal with your bratty ass right now.

Ooooooh, I'm sooooo scared XP

"Cheater," I muttered to myself with a flat, unamused expression as I watched Luciano get into one of the bodyguard's SUVs through the security camera.

Apparently, cuddling on the couch with ice cream after my panic attack wasn't enough to convince him to ditch his date tonight.

Fine.

Enjoy your stupid date.

Just don't expect to come back to me tonight after leaving me.

Let's see… What to do…

I pondered in silence, twirling in my desk chair like some stupid cartoon villain. With my head thrown back, I lazily looked around my room, trying to see if I could spot something amiss.

Then, a wicked smile curled at my lips after staring at my computer desk for a while.

Booting my computer back up, I pulled out Luciano's credit card from one of my drawers and plopped it onto the desk with a satisfied face.

Tab after tab, I opened up as many shopping websites as I could think of and started filling up the virtual carts. It didn't even matter if I needed the item; if I liked how it looked or sounded, then into the cart it went. I doubt this hissy fit of a shopping spree would hurt his wallet. His funds were basically unlimited with his legal and illegal businesses.

Of course, my phone occasionally went off the whole time with texts from Luciano—all of which I ignored.

I only bothered touching my phone when I was completely done, and that was only to send him a picture of my feet kicked up on the desk with my screen showing the brand new, customized Lamborghini Huracán Evo Spyder proudly displayed. After reading through his storm of messages.

Juliet.

Juliet. I know what you are doing, and it is childish.

Juliet, if you think this will get me to leave my business meeting…

Why the fuck do you need 4000 dollars worth of lingerie!?

When are you even going to use it?

Who are you wearing it for?

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