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Andry can’t possibly be the only person to want me. He’s just the first to prove to be worth my time.

At least until he wasn’t.

I’ll find someone else. Someone who truly wants me for the long run.

They’ll love me without breaking my heart. It’ll be the happy ending I deserve versus whatever the fuck I thought I had with a man who broke up with me via text.

CHAPTER19

Andry

By the time I get cleaned up and redressed, I’m running late to my study session with my little genius. I race across campus to get to the library as fast as I can. Don’t want him thinking I’m going to stand him up.

I even texted to let him know I was on my way, but I don’t know if he’s seen it yet. My focus is centered on getting there over anything else.

When I finally make my way around the last corner and the library comes into view, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m here. All will be ok now.

The one good thing about running all this way is that the anger from before has melted away with the exertion. My legs aren’t happy though. I’ll need to do some extra stretches when I get back to my room after this.

Maybe my boy will want to help me loosen up. It could lead to some other types of fun for us if I play my cards right.

Thinking of him brings a smile to my face. It falls away when I don’t spot him outside the library. I glance down at my phone, noting the time.

I wonder if he went inside to get all set up. He knows I’m coming, so that must be it.

When I make it to the private area we’ve claimed as ours a few minutes later, there’s no sign of him. Worry trickles in as I soak in the reality.

My boy isn’t here.

He’s not here despite knowing we have a session planned.

Does that mean something has happened? Is he ok? Should I immediately call for help?

And tell them what?That my boyfriend is missing though he might not be. I’m sure this is all me overreacting. I’ll just call him.

I dial Rodney’s number. It immediately goes to voicemail.

Staring at the screen, I attempt it again. This time, I leave a message.

“Hey, little genius. You’re not at the library. Hoping everything is ok. Trying to track you down to make sure you aren’t hurt. Please call me back.”

Once I hang up the second time, I pull up my text thread. The message doesn’t show as delivered. I frown at that, then send another.

Andry:Little Genuis? You ok?

It also pops up with the undelivered message.

Something is terribly wrong. Without any clue as to what’s going on, I decide to reach out to the only other person I know Rodney might speak with — Yaz.

I find her in the same office as before, thank goodness. She’s digging through paperwork, mumbling to herself when I knock on the door frame.

“Andry?” she asks.

“Hey, Yaz. I’m trying to reach Rodney. Have you seen him? He’s not at the library for our session.”

She frowns, shaking her head in a way that makes the curls around her face bounce. Her hair may be different, but I still recognize her.

“I haven’t seen or heard from him. Sometimes he does this when he’s busy. I haven’t hit the stage of being worried yet. Maybe I should be?”

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