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What the fuck am I going to do?

From: Arthur

To: California Girl

Date: September 16th, 2019 22:45

Subject: RE: NO!

Okay, we will continue with your terms. For now.

Do you remember how everything started?

Remember the first email that you sent me?

Do you truly think that this was nothing more than an accident? I prefer to call it destiny. I still keep the picture of the big smiley face next to a cupcake. I wish I could put into words what that meant to me. You say that it was a foolish act, but I say that it brightened my cloudy day the way a rainbow does.

You must be laughing to yourself by now. You turned me into a poet after all.

This is part of your magic, bringing out the best in me. I didn’t think it existed anymore.

Dream about me, that way you will know how I’ve been feeling for so many nights now.

Yours,

A x

Chapter 2

Suddenly the sidewalk surrounding our townhomes has turned into a funky roller-coaster I have no intention of riding.

When did I buy the ticket?

Dammit.

I swear even the weather abruptly changes, mimicking the turmoil I feel inside. The day no longer feels pleasant as the universe folds and unfolds right before my eyes, a cascade of conflicting emotions running through my veins.

Some emotions win out over others.

Namely anger and hate.

I don’t know, I guess what I mean to say is that I’m beyond pissed after all the things that asshole made me go through. He mocked me, made jokes at my expense, gave me dirty looks and yet I’m fascinated watching the way his muscles tighten and relax under the cotton T-shirt he’s wearing.

I’m such a dumbass.

As the bible says, render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s.

I should be ashamed.

However…

It would be much easier to hate him if he wasn’t so tall, if the intensity of his gaze didn’t mess with my hormones and if his frown didn’t make parts of my body which I’d rather not name throb and flutter. That way it’ll be easier to deny the desire I have for his hands to run over my whole naked and heated body.

How would it feel to sleep with someone that stuck up?

What is he hiding underneath his expensive clothes?

“Hey, Ariel.” Roselynn snaps her fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my mental debate. “You were gone, girl, what planet are you on right now?”

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