Chapter 8: Aint Gonna Happen...

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It's been 3 months since that impromptu sleepover at KarriLynn's. And in case you're  wondering...Yes she has been to my house. Many times actually. We agreed it wasn't fair to continue this...let's say partnership if she couldn't come to my home as well.

We'd meet up two or three times a week and fuck away the stress of whatever was going on in our lives. We had a great understanding of all the sex we could get and none of the issues that come with being more than fuck buddies. It's been great. Or at least it was. Lately she's been blowing me off or just completely ignoring my text. I'm not going to chase her so I let it go.

I decided to go out and have drinks with some associates of mine. They chose a new night club near South Beach. I'm sure it had more to do with women than the drinks. I would never want to be seen with these men but it's good for business if I seem...friendly.

Roman Beaumont

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Roman Beaumont

Andrew O'Conley

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Andrew O'Conley

Enrique Alassane

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Enrique Alassane

"There's a lot of potential here to night." Roman said glancing around.

"Fuck yeah there is." Enrique says agreeing. I roll my eyes and trying to ignore them.

"You guys will never guess who's here tonight" Andrew said before downing his drink. "The Twisted Princess."

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