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“Why not?” He whispers.

We stare at each other for a second or two before Hannah interrupts. “You have to give me credit for finding her.”

“You are my star employee for a reason.” He says, making her grin.

“Let’s make this campaign a big success,” Raleigh calls out by extending an arm forward palm down. Everyone gathers in a circle. One by one everyone stacks their palm on the other.

I stare at them, smiling. I startle when Archer’s hand closes on my wrist. With a tilt of his chin, he motions me to join in. My smile widens. I place my hand atop theirs. And at the end, Archer puts his on mine.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” Raleigh shouts, and we cheer on as we throw our arms in the air.

Chapter Thirty-One

My new car arrived two days later as Archer mentioned. I was about to pass right by it if it weren’t for Felix standing beside it.

I was so pissed at myself. Because since the past two days—nights to be specific—Archer had been coming over to my place and I failed to ask him about the “new” car.

During the day, I was busy with shoots so I couldn’t make time to discuss it with him. And although we met during the nights, they were spent wordlessly.

The late hours were filled with endless orgasms which resulted in me passing out.

Archer never stayed the night. Because sometime during the second night of our hookup, I woke up and reached for him. Only to find the other side of the bed empty.

So it slipped my mind to talk to him about the car. Then I realized, that Archer purposely did this.

Each night, he pounced on me the minute I opened the door. Earlier, I thought it was because he was jealous. After all, he heard me saying I prefer Freddie over him.

Archer has a high sex drive. I knew this since our first night together. But the past two days, he didn’t go easy on me.

I thought he was punishing me in the best way.

That was not the case. Now I know why.

He didn’t spare me a single second to think. He was distracting me this whole time with hot sex and I let him like a dumb cow.

I was overwhelmed by the sight of the Mercedes Maybach S.

The rubellite red car was stylish, intimidatingly luxurious and so out of my budget, that I feared I had to sell my organs on the dark web to pay for it.

I was going to buy a car, true. But I would choose a cheaper one that wouldn’t cost me my kidneys.

What boggles me is, that I never told him that I was thinking of getting a new car.

And even if I did, how can he buy me a car? That too an expensive one.

This was wrong on so many levels. I was fuming.

When Felix asked if I’d like to test-drive it, I declined. That wasn’t my car to test-drive it. No matter how beautiful the car was. I wasn’t accepting it.

I had two shoots today. One was for a sunscreen product and the other was for the new campaign of KIM Advertising which was scheduled at noon.

But I asked Felix to take me to KIM Advertising now because I wanted to have a conversation with Archer before heading to Will Rogers State beach for my sunscreen shoot.

This couldn’t wait. And besides, I have a habit to leave for shoots an hour prior. Which meant I had time to stop by the agency and confront him.

Begrudgingly, I tried to forget about Archer and focused on the interior of the car.

The beige leather business class-like reclining seats in the back were stunning. It felt like I was in a private jet instead of a car. Not that I was ever in a private jet but I have seen plenty in TV series and movies.

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