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It was pouring heavily by the time I arrived home.
Gabi was on the patio, painting, but the moment she saw me step out of a Mercedes-Benz, she dropped everything and ran into the rain, eyes wide in disbelief.
Mother had sold our car two years ago to cover my college fees. A sacrifice that meant everything to her—only for me to drop out a month later. A dumb decision, but at the time, I had no better option.
"What the—" Gabi trailed off, running her fingers along the sleek azure finish of the hood, admiration shining in her eyes.
"I’ll explain everything. Get inside," I gestured toward the house.
Once inside, both Mom and Gabi stood across from me, waiting—no, demanding—an explanation.
“Did you steal it?” Mom asked, voice tight with worry.
“No! Why would you even think that?” I huffed. “It’s my boss’s car.”
“A gift?” Gabi clapped her hands in excitement.
“No.” I groaned. “I have to return it tomorrow. It was raining, so—”
“Oh, that hottie!” Gabi made a dramatic puppy face.
She had met him once when he came to pick me up for work. I was new at the time. But if only she knew what a complete jerk Mitch really was.
“What was his name again? Uh—” She rubbed her forehead, thinking. “Mick? No—wait, Nick?”
“Mitch,” I corrected with an eye roll.
“How old is he?” Mom asked.
“Thirty—thirty-one? Why?”
“Bitch, he does not look that ancient!” Gabi gasped.
“I just hope he’s a good person,” Mom added, concern evident in her tone. “Does he treat you well?”
