Billionaire Romance: Entangled

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in flames beca

ith a notification

ssly searching for the laptop with

hing my injured hand. Turns out that I had hit the heavy

cking the figu

d, cheerleader, and all-time favorite of mine popped her head out

laugh. “I was the one att

wood. I looked at her at the same time sh

reached into the fridge to toss me an

t, I reached over to

yet?” Lauren aske

ay excitedly, rushing to open up th

face as soon as I read t

and I dramatically slumped down on th

uldn't even

e very nasty things about me. They were too hurtful so I stomped out in ang

a whiny teenager sad

n I'm doing it for couldn't even be b

mpathetically, sitting on

e let out wasn't w

sad? You should be f

othered to rouse mys

cau

system in my face. “Because you

my eyes lighting up

rolling through my notif

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ew in one of the most

sped, my eyes wide. “A job…O

y bringing out a bottle of champag

ipping champagne out of plastic foam

lly, but

ard to land a good job, and since I didn't want to spend the rest of

es and application letters to various compan

, n

call Mike, excited to

al times. He

nder, creating scenarios or reason

's probably at work. What you need to do is figure your shit out, you need to go home, get your

ed as to why I loved her so much. Impulsively,

“Ditto! Now get yo

ugh. I showered, freshened up, and

thing I needed, I bade Lauren

North Avenue. It was old and smal

I th

was quite easy to hear any and everyt

er, and suddenly my

half-eaten plates and glasses. I had this tight feeling in my chest and despite

test nightmar

de open, giving light t

g in ecstasy while a buxom, Black woman

the

st in the clouds of pl

broke through the haze of their pleasure. Mike's face drained o

ain, please wait-” He came towards m

athing hard, tears coming dripp

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eaving behind Mike's pathetic pleas, to reach

n, it'