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ions cycling from hope to disappo
I was supposed to meet.
been so eager and friendly yesterda
n played
another trap, a new, elaborate
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omatically and
e outshone every man in the room. His presence alone seem
nd sat down in the chair opposit
, a smile I couldn't dec
pieces clicked into pla
same time? Why did he, of all peo
m. It had
today was the final act, a way to mock my st
miliating hea
ords out through gritted teeth
ed his fingers, summoning a wai
ingly calm demeanor
them, didn't y
ed confusion, ra
t play dumb wit
"Oh, those losers. I didn't think they were good enoug
He just admitt
all my suspicions.
to my feet, pointing a shaking finger at his face. "What do you people want?
drawing stares from
his face changed. The amusement vanished,
coffee shop s
height was intimidating, and I
't. He just stared at me with those ice-blue
of everyone, he
his voice clear and delib
gasp went thr
He wasn't just a gigolo, he was a crazy gigolo. I was d
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