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Pen Your Pride

A new chapter, this is not included on the old version.

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"Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life."

Mark Twain

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Chapter 9;

Distance, Mates, Club.

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JUDE CALLUM VAN GRAYSEN.

Irritated, this is my mood right now. Fucking Gabriel Devereux. I don't know why I'm friends with that idiot. I sigh and lean back to my car seat's back rest.
Sitting here, thinking about her again. Why do I feel that I owe her some explanation? It's not like we're together right? I lean back and sigh, this is too confusing.. I think I need a drink later then I remember Tate's message earlier. I pull my phone from my suit jacket's pocket and unlocked it looking for his message.

Still in love with your ex-fiancé?

-T

I roll my eyes and imagine his face with a wicked laughter on it. That bastard.

Bloody hell mate. NO!

-J

I send it and sigh, why do I have mates that are such an arse? Oh yeah I can see their smug smile while I'm asking myself why I have mates like them.. And like an instant I receive a message from the twat.

Hahaha.
Heard to an old goat that you have a new assistant..

-T

My body tensed on his message, someone told him I have a new assistant? Who? I reply immediately. I remember some staffs on the break room said about him having a girlfriend.

Shite. Big mouth goats.
Yes I do have and she's not for you Tate. Heard that you have a girlfriend..

-J

I saw the bubble indicating he is typing.

Nice one butthead.

GBC later?

-T

I didn't think twice and reply.

Hell ya mate. I need a fucking drink.

-J

I waited for his reply and looked out to see it's beginning to rain, I roll my eyes. Fucking weather, the sun is shining bright earlier now it's like the heaven is taking my assistant's side. She is bright as the sun earlier but when she saw me in that moment her brightness become a dull, raining weather. Her coldness hits me like a winter storm.

Fuck. I remember you're on Seattle.

-T

I'll fly out to NY later.

-J

No, I don't have any reasons to be there. I just need some distance from her. And she needs that badly as it was her own breath.

Business?

-T

No, just need a fucking booze.

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