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Life is more than just alcohol and strangers. But Rachael Daniels has either forgotten that or has chosen to ignore it. Either way life has other plans. We don't go by life without feelings and laced in indifference, we can't. One day's drastic turn of events and one night's drunken endeavors makes that clear to Rachael. Louis wasn't looking for a girl. period. No one-night stands, those weren't his type. And definitely no relationship. He was single and he wanted to finally go on tour with no commitments. But the moment he lay eyes on that one girl in the gorgeous dress and her frame leaned against the wall, he couldn't get her out of his mind. It was superficial, but he had morals. But somehow her dark eyes and full lips were shattering them. But they both knew it, it was just one night, they both had different lives. There could never be a morning after. But Louis and Rachael were never ones to follow rules.
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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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