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I used to be a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. It didn’t matter how you described it, I never wanted a follow up. Hell, I wasn’t even bothered about a name.

But with Ella, banter with her was more than just fun, it was intoxicating, and what I felt with her was more than just good, it was fucking epic.

I’ve been entirely consumed by her, but what’s really freaking me out is I don’t know if I’ll see her again.

Chapter 11

Ella

It’s been ten days since my girl’s night out with Josie. She was right, letting off some steam was exactly what I needed. But now I’ve had a taste of freedom, I’m hankering for more. I can’t indulge myself like that, though. In a bid not to think about it, I’ve buried myself in the huge pile of work Boris left me.

My phone buzzes, breaking my concentration. Checking who has messaged me, I notice the time. It’s half past three. I’ve worked through lunch.

Josie: Quiz night tonight. I need you!

Ella: You know I can’t go out.

Josie: You don’t need to babysit your sister, she’s fifteen. And didn’t you say your boss was away?

Ella: Yes…

Josie: Then you don’t need to stay on late at work. He won’t know.

My phone vibrates again immediately.

Josie: Please.

She has a point. And I haven’t had a lunch break.

Ella: What time?

I hesitantly shoot back.

Josie: Yay! Pick me up at seven? Unless you want me to drive?

No, I did not want my lovely, caring, creative, quirky, soulful, awful driver of a friend to drive. I regard the clock again. If I leave at six, I’ll still put in myhoursandmake it to the quiz.

Ella: I’ll drive.

Josie sends a series of emojis back and I chuckle before altering the settings to Do Not Disturb so I can finish the account I’ve been working on for two days straight.

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I don’t have time to shower at home, but I change into comfy jeans and a nice-ish top, it’s only a quiz after all. Josie wants me for my brain not my beauty. Mum’s working a double again so I sort my sister a plate of dinner in exchange for her promise to getall her homework done.

Josie is peeking out of the window when I draw up, she must be eager to get going as I’m barely a couple of minutes late.

‘To the wire, Ells,’ she says when she cranks open Helena’s passenger door.

‘It’s just a quiz, what’s the rush?’

‘It’s a bit of a drive.’ Josie, clad in a cleavage flaunting green dress, regards my outfit, giving me an awkward wincing grin.

‘Where are we going?’ My voice is even, despite the inkling I need to freak out.

‘The Bull Inn,’ she replies brightly.

I slot Helena into gear and pull away.

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