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“Aunt Sue, please,” I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intend. I take a deep breath, softening my tone. “I know you mean well, but I’m not alone. I have friends here, and plans.”
AYO DONT TALK TO MY GIRL AUNT SUE LIKE THAT
“Sloane is waiting for you in the showroom.”
ok real question. why is there a character named sloane in every single book?
As we move to the makeshift studio, I start to shed my professional persona. I change into my favorite little black dress, fishnets, and sexy black pumps. Gone is the polished influencer in her secondhand blazer and knock-off heels. In her place emerges Chlo—edgy, daring, and unapologetically herself.
it’s giving dark betty
I’ve only seen him at work, but I do feel bad considering he came all the way to my house.
ok but that is weird af
I pause, my hand hovering over the coffee maker. Black coffee? Maybe there’s more to Tyler than I thought.
girl that don’t mean shit
The fantasy unfolds in my mind. Chloe, falling. Me, crashing through the window in a shower of glass. Catching her in my arms, feeling her warm body against mine. Her looking up at me with those amber eyes, full of gratitude and awe. And then, as if in slow motion, she’d lean in closer. I’d feel my heart pounding, my breath catching in my throat. Her lips would brush against mine, soft and sweet, tasting faintly of strawberry lip balm. The kiss would deepen, and I’d lose myself in the moment, forgetting about anything else but Chloe.
it’s okay to be delulu
“Of course. That’s so nice of you. People these days don’t seem to look out for each other like they used to. It’s refreshing to see someone so willing to help.”
NEVER TRUST AN OLD HOE WITH YOUR KEYS
As I work to install the new one, my eyes wander around her bedroom, drinking in every detail. The framed photos on her dresser, the half-empty mug of coffee on her nightstand, the pile of clothes draped over a chair—each
she is so me
My mind screams no. I shouldn’t do it. I should stop. But I don’t. Instead, I pull out a nanny camera. It would fit so perfectly next to this alarm and Chloe would never be the wiser.
SIR
After my last boyfriend, I swore to myself that I’d steer clear of vanilla, and something about Mr. Fireman screams vanilla. For the same reasons I had zero interest in Tyler, I should feel the same about Jack. I’m ready for something . . . spicier.
oh girl if only u knew
“Come on, Chloe. One dinner. What are you afraid of?”
YOU BITCH BC UR WEIRD
I hesitate, my fingers tightening around the warm mug. God, if only I could tell him my darkest and most desired secret. What if I told him that nothing would turn me on more than having him knock our hot chocolates to the floor with one swoop of his arm and throw me across the table instead? He’d tear of my clothes and fuck me without a second thought to the people around us. Nothing could get in the way of his hunger for me and—
DAMN CHLOE
“But my absolute favorite is Love Island. It’s so ridiculous and over-the-top, but I can’t stop watching. I call it Cringe Island and yet I watch every episode.”
PERIOD SHE GETS IT
“Want to know a secret? I may have binged a season or two of that myself.”
HE IS A KEEPER
She’s wearing a raven-black wig, bright red lipstick and a tight, revealing black dress I’ve never seen before.
STOP SHE IS LITERALLY DARK BETTY
Chloe takes a deep breath, visibly steeling herself. She applies a lace mask over her thick eyelashes to hide her identity even more. Then she smiles at the camera—a sultry, confident smile I’ve never seen before. It’s like she’s transformed into a different person entirely.
ok now i got it. she is a mix between dark betty and kat from euphoria
Holy shit! I’m staring at Chloe’s bare, and absolutely perfect pussy.
she just leaves her blinds open when she does this?!?!?
Chloe locks eyes with the window. For a heart-stopping moment, I feel like she’s looking right at me. Like she knows I’m here, watching her most intimate moment. It’s as if she knows she should have pulled the curtains shut to give herself privacy, but she never does. Never. It tells me one thing. She likes to leave them open . . . tempting the universe. Inviting . . .
it’s giving beck from you. like why did she always do EVERYTHING in front of her window
I know, I want to say. I want to admit that I was the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over ever since.
TEA
“Wanna know a secret? I happen to like dark,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. Jesus. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the sudden spark of electricity between us. “Dark, huh? Be careful what you wish for, Jack.” He holds my gaze, his expression turning serious. “I’m not afraid of the dark. Or of you.”
WHY AM I GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET
You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.
CLOCKED
It also has a live Christmas tree in the far right corner that is full of ornaments and topped with an angel. Christmas lights line the windows, and tinsel cover the tops of his kitchen cabinets. I immediately feel both comforted and surprised that a single man would go all out in Christmas decor.
ok but why is that hot? bc every guy i know wouldn’t bother with decorations if they lived alone.
Come on, buddy. Throw me against the wall. Take me by the hair and plunge your tongue into my mouth. Do it! Do it!
well girly y’all barely know each other…well actually you barely know him
I picture you in a mask. A mask that is almost pagan in style. It will have horns or something demonic in nature. I imagine it covering most of your face. But not your lips.
OOP jack you better write this down
This has to stop. I know it does. I’ve always known it. But not today. Today, I’ll watch a little longer. Tomorrow, I’ll be brave. Tomorrow, I’ll face the consequences.
drink every time he says he needs to stop but then doesn’t
What does the . . . mean? Why didn’t she capitalize the s in sure? Maybe she’s just busy and distracted. Or maybe she’s not really excited about our plans. The “Uh” feels hesitant, like she’s trying to come up with an excuse. Now I’ve worked myself into a frenzy over two tiny punctuation marks. Or the lack thereof.
LMAO HE IS SO REAL
“I . . . I did see your face that night,” he admits, his voice low and husky. “But I wasn’t sure at first. I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.”
BITCH DONT LIE
“Really? You want me to come to the fire station for Christmas dinner?”
aren’t the other firefighters gonna recognize her?
“Before I left for my trip, I logged onto Dark Secrets from work. I wasn’t thinking about the ramifications of using a company computer and—” She runs her fingers through her hair. “You told me you had a secret identity on there, and I was curious. I wanted to find you.”
BITCH ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!?!?!?
“It was a misunderstanding. I didn’t mean—”
A MISUNDERSTANDING?!?!? YOU MOTHERFUCKER
“I want the insane asylum kind of love.” I stare at Sloane incredulously. “The insane asylum kind of love? Are you serious right now?”
