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Elfe responds within seconds:

That's not a no…

I respond back:

IT'S A NO. Emil ruined everything. Again. I'm done.

Elfe takes a few moments longer to respond:

Uh….shit. Sure you’re done, though? See you when you do the walk of shame tomorrow morning.

I type her back in caps lock on purpose:

I'M NOT SLEEPING WITH HIM.

She responds back quickly:

Okay babe. There's wine in the fridge for when you get home. You know, alone. Without Emil's dick.

I pull up Uber and order a ride, frustrated with how this date has gone.

Emil just had to ruin it for me, ruining my chance with a good, decent guy in the process.

Emil thinks he knows me? Thinks I'll come crawling to him when I'm "done pretending"?

He can wait forever.

I'm not some weak-willed girl who'll fold just because he's right about... everything.

Just because he sees through every wall I put up.

Just because he makes my body betray me every time he's near.

I hate Emil for a lot of reasons.

But mostly, I hate him for being right.

I'm not done running yet.

But we both know he'll be there when I am.

Asshole.

CHAPTER TWO

Emil

I watch her storm out, all fire and fury in that fucking dress, and have to bite back a grin.

She hates me.

Says it like a prayer, like if she repeats it enough, it'll become true.

But her body tells a different story.

The way she pressed her thighs together when I got close.

The catch in her breath when I touched her hair.

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