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was harder than I thought. My chest tightened when the door shut behind me-it felt like walking down the mem
of crisps, making my stomach grumble. At the dim-lit corner, a couple started to snog on their tab
e real football for bloody sake! Our Europe
lyzing the angle of the ball on the fifth table. Across it, the two blokes slapp
than my six feet two inches height. The light hanging above the table made the tattoo of Mj
k. I inward
s hand and hit the cue ball, knocking the balls into each other. A
alls rolling in front of him, waiting patiently for his turn, but I was sure it was never g
of different types of alcohol lining behind the bar. A sign prohibiting the m
aying and thick beard approached with a fri
e." I smiled back, fishin
he house,"
zzles. Seconds ticked by, I busted out laughing. "Jett?" What
ff his two bottom crooked teeth. "Tho
not recognize you, Jett. What's the deal with the beard? How's bus
stay here for how long, son?" He grabbed a long glass behind the bar counter a
e yeasty and bitter taste slid down, washing out the worry clogging in my thr
ow, son. Go
eously from where Brett was playing. A skin-head,
," I co
have any idea who Brett i
competing when his grandma died almost f
his team. Other photos were The Minnesota Fats' Rudolf Wand
t was Brett. "Nice
im. "You've got to be kidding me! You tricked him, Sharknado. You'r
the air in an exaggerated way. "Finally! Finally, he finds his way back to where he truly belongs! The United States of fucking America, where bur
in US soil, Brett Rogue." We hugged with a back slap. He was my roommate in college and had been m
Are you in trouble? Are you now in the MI6 most wanted lists
wn a bottle of
s the last time I laugh like this? We talked over the phone, exchanged emails, but not like this.
but we were busy enjoying the London night. Scratched tha
r. Bean?" His brow waggled pl
engaged, Ethan
Bond!" He slammed his hands on my thig
at?" I grimaced. "Of course,
plonker." He sipped his b
could have just fallen in love in a
r stupid broken heart. And the last time I talked to you over the phone, which was just last week, by the way, you seemed far from being in love, s
ghed-a deep thunderous laugh like we used to do. I hadn't gotten a chanc
ed the old wound open. I couldn't blame her for choosing her career over me because that time I was also busy work
hurt,
n I was upset or worried about something. I p
York after seven bloody years," Brett imitated my thick accent, which
ny-arse over snooker," I challenged h
ing carelessly. "Carry on, Harry P
I shrugged, extending my
ve you know al
op talking about shits since he
for your
if I'm go
ou ser
ood
ered, sounding unsure. Hi
to seal the deal. My heart started to hammer in my chest. What the fuck h
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someone, but can I have your wo
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