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Were those dark circles under her eyes? I hadn’t seen Jacqueline Williams smile at me since that one night we shared, and every day that I went to work and failed to see her lips pull back in that joyful expression, I felt like the biggest failure.
There was so much positive energy in the space. And I hated that I didn’t know how to react to it.
“You’re a grown man. You don’t talk to women like that.” He lifted a fist and pounded his chest with emphasis, “You want to talk like that? Talk to me. Not her. Never her.”
“I told him about Vincent.” Mariam gagged dramatically, “Sorry, it’s a reflex whenever I hear his name,”
Because I would rather spend my evening talking to you, learning more about you, and discovering what is going on inside your brilliant mind.”
Jacqueline had once confessed that looking at me made her want, a sentiment I had come to fully understand. I wanted her. I wanted all of her. In every sense of the word.
My lawyer had just taken a hit of a vape pen. Welcome to California.
“You don’t need to put on a mask with me. I want to see you. All of you.”
“What do you need help with? Did you fall for a pyramid scheme?”
