Page 121 of Fake Love

For Jen.

For my mom.

And maybe even for me.

Tired of waiting for me to say something, Dante lets out a sigh and gets up, and starts to leave the room.

It’s when he’s almost at the door that he speaks.

“I called your girlfriend and told her where you were. You might want to sober up before she gets here.”

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Jennifer

I’ve always wondered how the one percenters in this country live and living in the Bay Area gives me a small glimpse of that, but this is a whole different level.

It's as if someone had an architectural magazine from France, picked this house and had it transported to the backwoods of Chicago.

This place is fucking massive and insanely beautiful and there is so much green.

The only sense that I’m getting that someone actually lives here and it’s not a museum, its the children’s playground that can be seen on the side of the house.

I guess whoever this stranger that called me was, he’s a family.

That’s somewhat comforting I guess.

Since the amount of bodyguards and ultra secure gates don’t.

This place even has a fancy doorbell.

How Maddox ended up here is beyond me, but when I told Nora where he was, she let out a sigh of relief.

So I guess its a good thing he’s here. Either way though, I’m going to kick his ass for leaving the hospital, for not answering his phone, and for terrifying me and his mom.

I press the fancy doorbell and hear it ring through out the house. For some reason I thought that the second I pushed the button someone would magically appear to open the door, but that’s definitely the case.

As I wait for a few minutes, I’m starting to think that nobody is home when the door finally opens.

The person on the other side of the door is definitely not who I thought would be opening it.

This place keeps bringing out the surprises.

The woman that opened the door appears to be my age or younger. She is beautiful with shoulder length hair and doe eyes. Her face looks young and I can’t help but wonder if she’s the nanny.

Definitely could be the nanny.

“Can I help you?” She asks, giving me a small smile. She’s probably wondering how I got passed security.

“Um, maybe. I’m looking for Maddox Bauer. I got a call that he was here?” I say, my words coming out as a question.

The woman raises her eyebrow at me, like she doesn’t believe me. She’s about to open her mouth to say something, a voice comes through from behind her.

“It’s okay, amate. I called her.” The voice says.

A few seconds later, a man with dark hair and an olive skin tone appears.

Amate? Like amante?