Dare If You Love Me

Dare If You Love Me

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Στη ζωή μας μαθαίνουμε ότι πρέπει να πετυχαίνουμε πάντα, να νικάμε, να προχωράμε μπροστά, ξεπερνώντας τα εμπόδια. Έχουμε μάθει να ταυτίζουμε την επιτυχία με την ευτυχία και την αποτυχία με τη δυστυχία.Μακάρι να μπορούσα να ήμουν εγώ στην θέση του παρά να υποφέρω χωρίς την ύπαρξη του.
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

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