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OLLIE

Saturday, June 13th

Valentin:Come back tonight

Me:No

Valentin:I'll make it worth your while

I sit in bed with my dragon stuffy and a bag of cheese doodles. I wish I never gave Valentin my contact information. After my meeting with Grant, I don't want to return to the Little Bunny Club.

Not tonight, not next weekend, not ever.

I want to stay in my room, think about Grant, and what would've happened if I'd stayed at his home.

Me:I don't care

Valentin:What can I do to convince you

Me:Nothing. I'm no longer interested in working

Sparrow walks into my room. "Hey." He tosses me a package of Oreos. "Are you going to the Little Bunny Club tonight?"

I tug an Oreo apart and lick the frosting. "Nope."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to reveal my true identity."

"I thought they allowed you to wear a mask."

"They do," I say, licking my finger. "But my client isn't satisfied with anonymity. He wants to know who I am and be my real Daddy."

Sparrow settles onto my bed. "That's not the worst thing ever. He could pay you more than what the club pays you."

"It's not about the money." I bring an Oreo to my dragon stuffy and let him eat it. "It's about keeping my identity secret."

"I understand."

"I'm working there under false pretenses. They think I'm someone I'm not and when they discover I'm lying, the Diavolos will come after me."

"You don't know that." Sparrow places his hand on my knee. "There's no way the Diavolos have a connection with this club. They'd never find out."

"Kobe Bailey might tell someone about his stolen ID. If Valentin or the Ferrari brothers find out, the information could leak to the streets."

"You're overthinking this. All you need to do is head there tonight, stay for an hour, and make a couple grand. That's what they're paying you, right?"

I swallow the Oreo frosting. "I have enough saved up from the past two weeks so I don't need to work for another few months. There's no reason for me to return."

"Maybe I could go instead," Sparrow drawls. "It's been weeks since I've gotten my dick wet."

I waggle my eyebrows. "Liar. I heard you and Finn in the bubblebath last night. Your dick was definitely wet."

"That doesn't count." Sparrow lets out a snort as he reclines on my bed. "Finn and I are best friends. He's like a brother to me."

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