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West’s eyes are the color of sunlight passing through a glass of whiskey.
“Anna, are you telling me you didn’t know what my first name was the entire time you lived with me?”
“You’re unemployed and high before lunch,” I say carefully, fighting a laugh. “Can you squeeze this in?”
Google tells me that West is the son of a billionaire, and a glance at my banking app tells me I am a thirty-dollaraire.
“How does he know I won’t use this to buy a giraffe?”
She leans forward and hugs me. “This is going to be a disaster. I’m so excited!”
He’s so fucking cute I want to lick his face.
