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Today, I’m using a different strategy. Can’t let him get used to my modus operandi and quit showing me those special responses.
I want him to get as close as possible. Until I smell him. Until—
He stops a few yards away on the dirt road and I get a front-row seat of his side profile. Is he sure he’s not interested? Because he dressed up so prettily for me. Though he does wear the same clothes in different colors, there’s something about today’s color. Blue brings out the blue in his mysterious, snobbish eyes.
Though I’d rather he go shirtless so I can get a front-row seat to his body and possibly sink my teeth into it.
Figuratively, of course.
Who the fuck am I kidding? It’s definitely literally.
I’m about to close the distance between us when a convertible Audi stops right in front of him.
A blonde bombshell jumps out of the car, wearing skimpy shorts that reveal the crease of her ass and a sports bra that barely covers her big tits.
Her lips are unnatural as fuck and she’s wearing more makeup than a drag queen.
She lunges at Brandon in a ferocious hug, her entire body gluing to his front. “Babe!! I’m so happy you decided to give this a go again. I promise everything will be better this time. You know how much I love you, handsome.”
He pats her back, but there’s no enthusiasm behind his movement. His expression doesn’t change, not even a little.
Like a robot.
I got a better reaction from him by plucking out his AirPods, blondie.
Not that I care.
Idon’t.
And yet my hand twitches, demanding I throw her off the nearest, steepest cliff.
How dare she interrupt our morning ritual that’s been going on for three days?
Two.
She pushes back, smiling like a model, her face soft as she coos at him and kisses the corner of his mouth.Disgusting.
Oh, look at that. Brandon’s favorite word.
“Do we have to go on a run, though?” She pouts like a goddamn toddler. “You know I don’t like that, or waking up early, actually.”
A lot ofyou knowsare thrown around.
Who is this chick?
I probably saw her on his IG that I spent a whole night going through, thank you very much.
Though the only occurrence I remember was two years ago when someone who looked like her, sans the bleached hair, was hanging on his arm.
The reason she caught my attention is because he never posts pictures with girls who aren’t his friends.
Considering I acquainted myself with his female—and male—friends, I knew she was not on the list.
Clara.
I remember the name because I made a note to visit her IG as well, but I didn’t have time since it was already five and I needed to get here.
Who the fuck are you, Clara, and what’s your favorite way to die?
