I belonged to another man. I was in the home of another man. I was in the bedroom of another man. And yet, there I was, my lips pressed to someone else.
After Ariana and I had made the short trek back home, I was surprised to find a note from Wilmer pinned to our bedroom door.
Demi,
Last night was a horrible mistake. I don't know where you've gone, but when you see this, please call me so that I can explain. This morning, I got a call from corporate, and I will be in Milan for the next week. I want you to meet me there, so that I can make it up to you. The credit card is on the bar for you to buy your ticket. Please call me, Demi. I want to fix this.
"I hope you're not taking that bait," Ariana said from over my shoulder. I balled the note up in my fist.
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"Of course not," I replied, turning to her. "I hear Milan's awful in December."
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Scene...
Later that Day
"Hey," I said, giving Joe a small wave as I entered the lobby of the auto shop.
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He was standing behind his desk, flipping through some thick manual when I'd entered.
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