*Author's Note: This is just a brief warning that there is a very sexual scene in the middle of this chapter. To be more specific, as I don't want to entirely spoil it for those of you who do enjoy the smut, it'll happen right after Lola's and Ace's dialogue on Valentine's Day in Santa Barbara (you'll know what I'm referring to once you get there).
P.S. Sorry for the weird formatting of Lola's and Ace's text conversation that you're about to encounter. I tried typing this out regularly on the Wattpad app, but it didn't turn out the way it was supposed to, so I had to do it on WordDoc and insert it as an image. Hopefully, the thought is still there! 😬🤞🏻
Stay blessed! :)*
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~Thursday, February 13, 2025~
~Ace Rivers's Point of View~
Me: 😂❤️
Me: I miss you so much.
Me: Send me words of encouragement so I don't murder someone in this God damn meeting.
The Bonnie to My Clyde ❤️: There's no Netflix in prison.
Me: And that's just another one of the many reasons why I love you ❤️
The Bonnie to My Clyde ❤️: 😂❤️
The Bonnie to My Clyde ❤️: Hang in there, baby. I know you've been in there for like the past five hours, but just think. If everything goes well today, your book will be on the British shelves as early as next week. I'm so proud of you 😘
Me: Pfft, you're proud? Shit, if anyone should be proud, it's me. My girl just got back from a whole ass meet and greet, what you mean? ❤️
The Bonnie to My Clyde ❤️: Yeah, yeah, yeah...says the guy who's had at least five in the last month alone.
Me: Look at us ruling our own empire 🤙🏼😏. All hail the king and his motherfucking queen! 👑 🙌🏼
The Bonnie to My Clyde ❤️: 🤦🏻♀️😂
The Bonnie to My Clyde ❤️: Shouldn't the 'king' be paying attention to his royal team right now? 😂
Me: Eh, it's nothing I haven't heard before. I'd rather talk to you, but since I still have to make it look like I'm at least paying some attention 😪, I figured the next best thing would be texting.
Me: What have you been up to today?
The Bonnie to My Clyde ❤️: Well, aside from falling off a 50-foot ladder, I've pretty much packed everything for our trip to Cali.
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