***ANNOUNCEMENT: I am excited to announce that I was accepted as a paid writer for Radish fiction, and this story and its sequel will now be available with new chapters on Radish. I will also have other stories to read on there as well! Please come...
When I walk into my apartment, I'm shocked at what I see. "Oh my god..."
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I search the apartment for a card and finally find one under the roses on my dresser.
Savannah,
Just another way for me to prove to you I'm not a heartless monster. Don't focus on what the contract says. Focus on me, please. Learn who I am. That's all I ask.
P.S. Your show is back on.
Love,
Alexander
I drop my elbows onto the dresser and rest my head in my hands as I sigh, wondering if this can possibly be real. I want to be angry because I told him not to sponsor my show, but I can't be. I really want to do the show and he knows it. I pick up my phone and text Jonas.
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A few minutes later, I text Alexander.
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He doesn't respond right away, so I go to my closet and decide what to wear.
Something warm? How odd.
As I am browsing my closet, Alexander texts back.
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