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The party was already in full swing when Vanessa arrived at the massive, modern mansion in Figure 8. Music pulsed through the air, vibrating against her chest as she pushed her way through the crowd. People recognized her immediately, their eyes lighting up as they saw the "good stuff" she was carrying. She was a familiar face at these parties, especially when it came to dealing, and tonight was no exception.

She had dressed for the occasion—a tight white shirt that hugged her curves and black jean shorts that left little to the imagination. Her goal tonight was simple: make money, have fun, and maybe find someone to hook up with.

It had been almost two weeks since she'd had any kind of release, and that was way too long by her standards. But between work and the stress of her looming debt, she'd had no time to think about herself.

Tonight, that was going to change.

She quickly found a spot in the huge living room, grabbing a drink from a tray as she passed. The mansion was packed, filled with Kooks dancing, drinking, and laughing. She felt a rush of excitement as she realized how easy it was going to be to sell.

Kook parties were always the best for making money—rich kids with no concept of limits, eager to buy whatever she was offering.

Within the first hour, Vanessa had already sold most of her stash. She felt the weight of the cash in her pocket, and a grin spread across her face. The stress of the past few weeks momentarily faded, replaced by the thrill of easy money. She took a sip of her drink, letting the alcohol and the atmosphere seep into her, loosening her up.

But just as she was starting to really enjoy herself, her eyes drifted across the room, and she froze. There, in a corner of the room, was Rafe Cameron.

And of course, he wasn't alone. A blonde bimbo was perched on his lap, her hands tangled in his hair as they made out like no one else existed. Vanessa's stomach twisted uncomfortably when she realized it was Joyce.

Rafe pulled away from Joyce, as if sensing someone was watching, and his eyes locked with Vanessa's.

For a moment, it felt like the loud music and the party around them disappeared, leaving just the two of them in this strange, silent tension. His expression was unreadable, but the connection between them, the unspoken history, flared up in that moment.

Joyce noticed Rafe wasn't focused on her anymore and followed his gaze. When she saw Vanessa sitting there, her face twisted in anger. She grabbed Rafe's face and yanked him back to her, kissing him harder as if to assert her dominance. Vanessa rolled her eyes and looked away, turning her attention back to her "clients."

The next few hours flew by. She sold out of everything she had brought, and the cash in her pocket felt heavy but satisfying. The stress was starting to melt away as she finished the last of her drink, the alcohol making her limbs feel loose and her head a little fuzzy. Now that the business side of the night was over, it was time to let loose.