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“Get inside,” he barked through gritted teeth, not wanting to hear more of me.

I bit back a laugh and let out a heavy sigh, and when I passed him, I let my hand brush his thigh and got a nasty look back from him.

Gosh…someone’s grumpy tonight.

I heard him follow me into the living room, but I had to stop in the archway as I saw the man who supposedly was Riggs’s brother.

My parents were talking to him, introducing each other and already laughing about something.

Could it really be…?

No way.

He said he lived in Canada. That’s nowhere near Nevada.

I stood there with my eyes glued on Riggs’s brother, and as awkward as this could turn into, I was more amused by what was going on.

“Don’t fucking mess with him as well,” Riggs growled as he passed me.

“Too late,” I mumbled under my breath, grinning at the sight of Garett next to my parents.

What a damn coincidence, I thought.

This night could only get better.

I stepped closer to them, and when Garett noticed me, he smiled as friendly as possible and reached out his hand.

“You must be Valley. I’m Marcus,” he told me, making me raise a brow at what I supposed was his actual name.

“Nice to meet you, Marcus,” I replied, shaking his hand and looking into his eyes.

He was taller than I had imagined, but then again…I only ever saw him on my computer screen. The other strange thing was that he and Riggs had no similarities whatsoever.

Sure, they were both very tall, but Riggs had a wide, well-built frame while Garett—uh, Marcus, didn’t have a lot of muscles.

Riggs’s face was also more structured, with a not very straight nose which must’ve been broken a few times in his life.

But Garett’s, shit…ah, what the hell. He’s Garett to me.

Garett’s was much smaller, straighter, and a little turned up at the tip.

Now that he stood right in front of me, he wasn’t as attractive anymore, but he was still the same man drinking his own piss in front of my eyes.

Good thing he didn’t know what I looked like, or else he would’ve recognized me the second he laid eyes on me.

“Marcus just came here from New Mexico. You’ve always wanted to go there, didn’t you?” Della asked me with a smile.

So he lied to me about being in Canada. Or he could’ve been lying about where he came from.

Either way, it didn’t really matter as long as he didn’t know I was the alleged twenty-year-old he paid to sit in front of her webcam without any clothes on.

“Would love to go to New Mexico sometime. What’s it like?” I asked, taking a quick look at Riggs who was standing there with his glass in his hand and a raised brow on his grumpy face.

“It’s beautiful. Worth a trip,” he told me with a smile.

Yeah, this guy definitely wasn’t who he pretended to be. Then again…I wasn’t who I really was either.

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