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ME: Damn it.
THE BASTARD: As long as it’s nothing bad. But are you sure you want to come all the way to mine?
ME: Yeah. I don’t want anyone to see you at mine.
THE BASTARD: Ah. Of course.
THE BASTARD: I’m warning you, though. If you walk into my place, you’re not leaving until tomorrow morning.
ME: I guess I’ll swing by my place first and get some clothes.
THE BASTARD: Good girl.
My cheeks flushed at those two magic words, and I quickly shoved my phone in my bag before Harvey could see it.
“Gross,” he muttered.
Never mind.“That’s your fault for peeking, you nosy git.”
“Why do you still have him saved as The Bastard in your phone?”
I smiled. “Nostalgia.”
“You keep forgetting to change it, don’t you?”
“That, and there’s every chance I’d not realise it was him if I changed it to his actual name. I’m somewhat conditioned to answer his calls under The Bastard.”
Harvey blinked. “Just let me know if you ever need me to help you escape his clutches.”
“You say it like he’s laid a meticulously planned trap to ensnare me and make me fall for him.”
“He might have. We don’t know that.”
“I’d like to think he’d have been a bit nicer and more respectful of my free time if he was trying to seduce me all this time.”
He nodded. “Good point.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE – CHLOE
We Need To Talk
Butterflies danced in my tummy as I stood outside Theo’s front door.
It was hardly the first time I’d been to his place, but it was the first time I was coming here for something other than work. It felt strange, almost as if I was doing something wrong.
Especially since I was clutching a bag full of things so that I could stay here overnight.
I was just thankful nobody would find it too weird if we both arrived at work together. Arriving and leaving together was something we’d done many, many times, so we didn’t have to go to too many lengths to hide it.
I hoped.
I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock on the door. I rapped my knuckles against it a few times in quick succession and instinctively stepped back, pressing my hand to my stomach.
Ooft.
Why was I so nervous?
I was twenty-nine-years-old, for goodness’ sake.
