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I swallowed, felt all the color leaving my face.
“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you were there to celebrate a friend’s milestone of celebration—all forty-nine times, and that you don’t have a secret part-time career at a goddamn high-profile strip club.”
I said nothing. Her words cut too deep for me to speak.
“Do you have any idea what type of predators, sociopaths, and evil men go to places like that?” she asked.
The same ones who work at both of your companies…
“Is any part of this true, Meredith?” My father finally rejoined the conversation, looking somewhat concerned. “Is that what you like to do in your free time?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Whenever I danced, I felt free, like all the pain from my past couldn’t touch me. My twirls were a shield, guarding me from pent-up emotions and tears. They helped me deal with bullshit moments like this.
“You are never to step foot in that place again, Meredith Alexis Thatchwood.” My aunt pronounced every syllable in my name. “Are we clear?”
“No.” I stood to my feet. “No, we’re not clear at all. You know what, Dad? Next time you want to have one of these meetings, make sure my dear aunt isn’t with you.”
“Meredith...” He pleaded. “Meredith, please. Can we start over? We can change the subject and start anew. Surely there’s something we can get off on the right foot about.”
“You’re right.” I stepped back. “The right thing to say would’ve been, Happy Birthday.” I walked away without another word, knowing that they wouldn’t dare follow.
I decided to take the steps back up to Vogue instead of waiting for an elevator. As I made it to the second landing, I heard a familiar sound from my phone. The ‘Someone You Like Has Liked You Back!’ sound.
Curious, I pulled my phone from my pocket—hoping it was Athlete457, the sexy brown-eyed guy who I’d swiped right on during my morning commute. I opened the app and saw that it was him, but it wasn’t him at the same time.
The name was the same, but the pictures weren’t. Instead of a cute guy kicking around a soccer ball, these were all shots of the ‘too good to be fucking true’ sexy guy I’d swiped left on the other night. Yet somehow, these pictures were even sexier than the ones before.
He was wearing all black in every shot—business attire that covered his neck and silky woven ties that looked like the exact kind I’d seen on runways. His watches were definitely photo-shopped onto his wrist, seeing as though his previous pictures featured five different Audemar Piguet watches and these pictures featured five different types of Rolex ones.
He must’ve changed his pictures after I ‘liked’ him. Ugh. What a troll…
As I was preparing to get rid of him, I saw that he was updating his name again. This time, he was shortening it to The Devil. From the small chat box, I could even see that he was preparing to send me a message.
Ugh. Seriously?
I took screenshots of his face for much-needed vibrator use later. Then I “un-liked” him and flagged his account for fraud.