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blu3haw4 · 2 months ago

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Happy Clexaweek everyone! Another contribution of mine, because Clexaweek isn't over until we say it's over, a promise to myself from last year Clexaweek 24 the full chapter of this sneak peak of my Modern Arranged Marriage AU

Guess we'll have to work it out. Update

Chapter two. Under the theme Fake Dating. The one where they get to know each other better 😌😈

Lexa walks into her office Monday morning still a little shaken by the conversations she had on at lunch with her dad and none other than Dr. Abigail Griffin. She was mortified the moment she walked into her childhood home and it didn't get much better after they sat down to eat. Dr. Griffin had the decency to not fully expose in which situation she met her, but she did told Gustus that Lexa an her daughter were seeing each other -Lexa didn't correct her, opting to wait for the crazy woman to be gone to have an honest conversation with her father- and that she had recognized her from the pictures in Gustus office. Lexa learned there that her father had legally assisted Dr. Griffin several times in courtrooms along side some of his colleges where greedy patients tried to stain her career. It calmed her only a little bit to know this woman was decent enough be on her dad's good side after those cases.

Abby said that seen her reminded her of her dad and she had called just to catch up and lunch had come up, her true intention were revealed shortly after, when she oh! so happened to remember that there was a gala hosted by her hospital coming up the following weekend. She swore that Clarke had told her how excited she was about it and that she knew her daughter wouldn't gather the nerves to ask Lexa to go with her, despite how much she truly wanted it. Gustus thought it was a great idea and told her how good it could be for her professionally, and that she should take the chance to showcase her name around the big money people that would assist the gala.

Once Abby was finally gone, Lexa got to freak out about the craziness of the woman, she told her father that her and Clarke weren't actually 'seeing' each other, and confessed that they had just hooked up, and how Lexa had been unfortunate enough to meet Dr. Griffin the next morning. Gustus agreed that Abby was a little insane and found a little weird all she had put out to convince them for the gala, ultimately though, he still thought the gala could be a good idea anyways, even if they went as friends or a fake date. He assured her that though unconventional Dr. Griffin always meant well, and continued to sell her the idea of the gala, all the people there and the goal they usually had. By the time she walked out of her childhood home on Sunday night after dinner, she had agreed to let her father organize the whole thing, she would just have to wait to be told a time and place to show up and she would. She had gotten a text from Gustus once she arrived home, saying that Clarke would call her over the week so they could meet up and talk about how to go about the gala.

Overall, though insane, Lexa did end up feeling like this fake date could be good for her, if not for the professional opportunities she could snatch, at the very least she could hook up with Clarke again. The two had hit it off pretty well, they had a lot of chemistry, and though they hadn't really talked much, Lexa had a good feeling about her. In the end, if not a crazy way to arrange a second date, this was solely a business transaction, a partnership to hype each of their names to the people that mattered, just a role to play to clime up the ladder of success.

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"Are you insane?!"

"It will be good for you, honey. Don't act like it's the first time I've picked your date for these events"

"Mom! Don't you realized how different this is?! Are you aware that the shit you pulled is some next level stalkery?! I didn’t even get her number and you went to have lunch with her and her dad?!" Clarke exasperated into the phone, she had gone out to grab lunch and as usual called her mom for their weekly updates.

She was still trying to process the events of Saturday morning and her mother not having an ounce of touch when it came to social manners. Clarke had decided, though still shaken, to let it go and move on, that was until Abby brought up the gala and her recently arranged date.

And all the trouble she went through to make it happen.

"Oh don't be dramatic. I've known Agustus for years, this is no difference to the Desai"

'Gustus' Clarke corrected in her head, because of course she remember such a stupid detail "I had never met Ryker before!" she hissed, because she knew how to pick her battles "I never hooked up with him before you went and planned a dinner with his parents!"

Her mom tasked on her phone and Clarke almost snapped "Look, darling, I have a surgery soon, okay? I have Lexa's number and I think you should call her. You know it's not as simple as just showing up, so maybe arrange a date to get your stories straight" Clarke couldn't believe her mother, she was just handing out instructions as though it was a gift, something for her to be thankful of, for having such a thoughtful mother.

It shouldn't surprise her anymore, but it felt like each time Clarke thought Abby had reach a limit of craziness she just went and outdid herself, as thought it was her mission to prove to Clarke she could be worse and then act as thought every other parent -or person- acted the same.

Clarke took a couple of deep breath trying to come up with a coherent thought that wasn't finding a way to put her mother in a mental hospital and keep her there until she died. At her lack of response Abby spoke again "Sweetie you know the drill, this gala's are just to help you showcase your name with a pretty and successful young adult in your arm. These people have expectations of what success looks like and you know showing up with your friends isn't it"

And of course it was true, most of the millionaires and billionaires that showed up at hospital gala's went there under the disguise of wanting to help, to share their grant of salt for the sake of medicine and people's well being. In reality they were there to inflate their egos even more, to have successful people of all ages kiss their asses to convince them to help their cause. They're expectations were for those people to have their lives figured out, to have a life plan that they could prize themself in supporting with donations, being single didn't fit their parameters.

So of course it was Clarke's braking point; in her own way, her mother was just trying to show her how much she cared. Her entire life she had gone above and beyond to support her; her passions and dreams, she paid for all her education only asking for her happiness in return. Even if often she pulled up crazy things like inviting her one-night-stand to a very elite event, or calling her ex boyfriends to ask why they had dumped her, she always had the best of intentions.

With a sigh, Clarke agreed "Okay. Can you text me her number? I'll call her soon and I'll coach her for Sunday"

∞·∞·∞

"Fuck! Don't stop!"

And for the third time in the past two hours Clarke thanked her past self for agreeing to her mother's crazy idea. Feeling Lexa's walls shudder around three of her fingers, hearing her breath fasten by the minute as her moans grew louder and louder, more desperate each thrust of Clarke hips.

Lexa was face down on the bed, her leg parted so wide that her hips were barely lifted from the bed, Clarke had hand trapped between their bodies, her hips helping her trust deep into Lexa's cunt, as her other hand had come around Lexa's abdomen to teas her clit. Clarke was fully leaning over Lexa's back, nibbling and licking at her shoulders and neck, occasionally sharing a desperate messy kiss before Lexa's moans interrupted them. Lexa had a hand on Clarke's wrist keeping her hand from wandering away form her clit, and her other arm was stretch towards the headboard for where she occasionally held from.

A call on Tuesday afternoon -because she needed a whole day to prepare- lead to a coffee date on Thursday. They rode off the indicial awkwardness and got down to business -no pun intended- Clarke explained to Lexa as best she could all the things they should prepare for and they planned out some fact about a fake relationship should people potentially ask them.

One flirty joke about their hypothetical sex life turned into a round of back and forth about their night together and before they knew it they were making out in the elevator up to Lexa's apartment. Neither cared that it was a weeknight when Clarke unbuttoned her shirt and Lexa helped her out of her bra, they couldn’t be bother about noise complaints when Clarke got down on her knees after backing Lexa to the nearest wall and devoured her as though it was her last meal.

Lexa didn't let her catch her breath before she had her pinned to the couch getting fingered down with a vigor that had Clarke whishing she hadn't left her strap-on at her ex-girlfriends' place, never to bee seen again. They made it to Lexa's room by common agreement that they needed more space and now here they were, making Clarke wish she still had the strap-on for a different reason.

"Clarke! FUCK!"

All she could do was smirk into her shoulder and continue her rhythm, she knew Lexa wanted - needed- more; faster, harder, anything, but she wanted to stretch the moment, Lexa felt to good around her finger, under her, she was so vocal and loud and Clarke loved it. In the end though Clarke was the one who gave up, not realizing how much she craved to hear and feel Lexa come for her, she quicken the pace of her fingers over Lexa's clit as she thrust harder into her, grunting into Lexa's back.

"Cla-rke!" the guttural moan with which Lexa came was everything Clarke whished for and she couldn't help but smile a genuine smile into Lexa's shoulder. Clarke kissed the ink on her spine as she helped her ride down her orgasm; she moved her hand grabbing Lexa's in the way, and made sure to pull out slowly, only after Lexa's breathing was back to normal -or close enough- holding her close, Clarke turned them so she was laying behind Lexa and spooning her.

Lexa sighed, eyes closed, her fingers intertwined with Clarke's, one pair of hands around her middle and the other up against her shoulder, her head resting over Clarke's bicep, her nose hiding in the underside of Clarke's flexed elbow. She felt safe, it was a feeling that should unsettle her given she had met Clarke less than a week ago and this was the second time they were seen each other. She embraced it instead, for once in her life letting her guard down.

They stayed like that for minutes that felt like hours and mere seconds at the same time, until eventually Clarke moved to kiss Lexa shoulder, shaking her out of her almost sleep state. Lexa hummed and leaned back into it prompting Clarke to continue, the blonde smiled into her neck and continued trailing kisses on every inch of available skin. Lexa turned slowly, letting go of Clarke's hand on her shoulder to be able to face her, she waited happily as Clarke continued her lip's journey and finally made it to her lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, not necessarily soft or tender, but it wasn't heated either. They moved in unison to fit better together and continued kissing only stopping to huff a giggle and lick smiles off each other's lips.

"I probably-"

"Noup, you shouldn't" Lexa interrupted when Clarke tried to stop their make out and move away. The brunette moved to straddle her and minutes went by with the two kissing before Clarke seemed to remember her intentions.

"Uhm... actually-" The blonde couldn't help but laugh at Lexa's continuous attempts at shutting her up and distract her "C'mon on, this isn't fair" she sighed breathlessly when the brunette's lips traveled down her neck to graze her nipples.

"Isn't it?" Lexa asked wickedly looking up aware of her advantage.

Sighing Clarke opted to continue talking even if she need she didn't want to stop Lexa "We really should wind up on our fake past- Mmmhm" She bit her moan down as lexa got comfortable on her lap and continued lavishing her breasts "There's a dress code too- fuck- and we should figure if we can match"

With a wet 'pop' Lexa sat up with raised eyebrows "Seriously?"

"This is the reason we met up today"

"Yeah well plans changed. So let's worry about it later" Lexa's tone went from annoyed to flirty in no time and Clarke was a little grateful for having a hard time keeping up.

"The gala is on Sunday. I've seen you once before and we really should learn to look comfortable. I'm also not kidding about the dress code, you need time to find a new dress or suit if there's nothing in your closet that's appropriate"

A little offended -for more than one reason- Lexa frown "Why wouldn't I have something appropriate?"

"For one, because I already have a dress and we can't not match, also... you are aware most of those people are literal billionaires, right? You need to up your standards very high for what would be nice for this event"

"Jeez, would you like to check my closet?" Lexa rolled her eyes.

"Could I?"

"Are you serious?" She asked shocked, she been vey sarcastic, joking at most.

"I mean... It wouldn't hurt, this was a business meeting after all"

"I would expect the business to happened while I'm dressed"

"The flirting and half the pleasure happened while you were clothed so... I don't think that should be your reference" Clarke smirked as her hands rubbed the brunette's hips. Lexa couldn't help but snort with a slightly more humorous eyeroll. "Also... it's getting late and I really should go home before work tomorrow"

"That's not necessary" Lexa tasked flirtingly leaning back down.

"I cannot show up in the same clothes tomorrow" Clarke tried, but Lexa only tasked again

"No one will notice" she mumbled taking a nipple into her mouth.

"I work at a graphic designers office, trust me, they will notice. It'll be the gossip of the month" Clarke let out in one breath coursing and cheering in her head at the same time.

Lexa sighed and sat up again "If we get that over with, can we revisit this before you go?" She asked, moving her hands to roll both of Clarke's nipples between her fingers, making abundantly clear that she didn't want a 'no' for an answer.

"Fuck, yeah. I could agree to that"

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"Get up looser, your lunch break is here" Was the only warning she got before a paper bag was dropped into her desk and the chair she was sitting on got pulled back and turned around "My boss had the audacity to ask for a full report on the case before my work day is over" Anya, her long time best friend and basically sister, growled as she grabbed Lexa's hands to pull her up and push her out of her office.

It was barely ten minutes past noon on Friday and Lexa had been so focused on making sense of her coworkers plans that she forgot Anya was coming for their monthly -and some time more recurrent- lunch get together.

Her night with Clarke had ended spectacularly, after agreeing to get the business part of their encounter over before continuing with the pleasure, they had gotten up and put on baggy t-shirts to avoid distractions. Clarke had retrieved her phone to show Lexa pictures of dresses she's worn for past galas and she also showed her the types of outfits other's showed up in. They looked so expensive, even in the cheap light of a cellphone's camera, that Lexa was sheepish to show Clarke her very much not adequate wardrobe.

In the end, Lexa showed her the few formal dresses she owned and a pair of suits to explain her style, but didn't allow her a view of her entire closet. They agreed that Clarke would send her a picture of the dress she would wear, so that Lexa could go shopping for something to match. Clarke gave her specifics rules of how to pick and stores she should definitely check and those she should absolutely not, she even offered to go with her, even if just to check she wouldn't rent something.

Clarke had the intention of leaving after one more round.

She ended up going home after two in the morning and Lexa couldn't feel too bad about the little sleep they would get before work.

On her way to work Lexa pondered the idea of going shopping alone but given that she hated it, she knew she needed back up.

"So, as result -and thanks to my foreseeing abilities-" Anya continued after grabbing the bag again and guiding Lexa to the elevator "I am only available for ten minutes to have lunch in this building's roof, because I can't afford to eat in longer than ten minutes"

"I'm not sure I'm following" Lexa frowned, hiding a smirk, mostly to piss Anya off.

With a growl and a glare Anya pressed the button to the upper floor "I'll dumb it down for you then; I usually have an hour lunch break, because of my boss' request I shouldn't be able to have single minute, but since I foresaw what he would ask for, I have half the report ready and thus and extra half-hour of free time"

"Oh how smart of you" Lexa mocked as they walked out of the elevator and turned to the stairs up to the roof. The pair of best friends sat down on their usual spot and opened their bags "Chinese?"

"It was the fastest one" Anya shrugged "How's your week? Still trying not to hate your job?"

"It's been a nice week" Lexa dodged "Actually, do you remember the girl I told you about last weekend?"

"The one whose mom showed up?

"Yep. So... I might have skipped the part where she showed up at dad's too-" Lexa gave Anya just a second to choke out her shock before continuing "It was weird, and a lot, but basically her and dad agree that me joining said girl to her mother's hospital gala would be a 'dually beneficial agreement' and dad ended up convincing me of it"

"What?! What in the fuck, Woods?"

"It sounds insane, I know" Lexa paused to remember that Anya didn't have all the facts, so after explaining to her how Dr. Griffin knew Gustus, and answering Anya's questions she continued.

"So she called me on Tuesday, we got coffee yesterday to align the story we'll tell on Sunday and... we may have... revisited out first encounter" She shrugged nonchalantly with a growing smirk.

"You fucked again?" Anya huffed out a laugh before raising her hand for a high-five; because that was the type of relationship they had "Damn Lex. I knew you had it in you, but... damn" She nodded approvingly.

"Well, we did end up agreeing that I need to buy a new outfit for Sunday so...?"

"No"

"Anya-"

"Nooo! Go with her, I hate shopping"

"So do I, that's why we should go together. I promise it won't be traditional shopping. She'll send me her dress and I have a list of stores I can and must-not visit to match it"

There was a pregnant pause as Anya considered her with a glare and Lexa tried to give her best friends the best puppy-eyes. A groan and an eye roll made Lexa grin "Fiiiiine. But you're buying me dinner"

"Deal. I'll even check the online store so we're only there for me to try them on"

"Great, you see, this is why we're friends"

Following on her words Lexa spent all night checking the stores Clarke told her, and then rechecking them once Clarke sent a picture of her in her dress. There might have been a lot of flirting afterwards too, but no one should blame her.

Shopping on Saturday went smoothly, she had agreed with Anya to go as early as the stores allowed to make sure they wouldn't have to encounter many people. The pair of friends were smart enough to wear their best outfits to avoid mistreatment from the classist sellers. True to her word Lexa only tried on the dresses she had already found on their page, she sent pictures of all of them to Clarke who was equal parts sharing her objective opinion and flirting with her, plus she had Anya's unfiltered comments on how much money she would raise with each new inch of skin revealed.

By noon Lexa had bought her dress for an amount she would probably be paying for a year and she let herself be dragged by Anya to buy some sort of matching linger.

"Isn't it, I don't know... too overconfident?" She had asked, suddenly shy

Anya had snorted loudly "Even ignoring the inconvenient events of how you met her mother. You met up in your work-clothes on a weekday to talk fake dating and ended up fucking into two in the morning. You think tomorrow night, with her dress like that, and you showing that much skin isn't going to end up the same? Is simple math, Woods" and so she was convinced.

Still, rolling into Sunday night, Lexa was a wreck of nerves. She had invited her dad to have lunch at her place, scared that somehow Dr. Griffin would show up at her dad's again. Anya was there too and all afternoon was spent with Lexa freaking out about speech protocol and rich old entitled white men who could socially destroy her. Her father and best friend did everything they could to calm her, but by the time they were gone and Clarke was on her way in the limo with her mother and step-father to pick her up, Lexa couldn't remember why she had agreed.

Lexa jumped out of her skin when the bell of her apartment rang, her questioning of how Clarke managed to get in without the doorman calling her first got caught short when she opened the door.

Lexa was star-trucked despite having seen her before in pictures. With her own tiny bag in one hand and the open door in the other, she stood staring, slightly open mouthed in her sparkly deep blue mini-dress, thick straps held her decent cleavage, the fabric tightens around her hips as the design tied at the front and the skit cover half of her thigh, exposing her mile-long legs

The blonde looked stunning, standing by her door in a silky deep blue dress with a hypnotizing cleavage and high waits cut with an asymmetrical skirt that flowed down in the back and stopped right above her knee in the front, it had a beautiful detail of a lingerie trim at the bottom. She wore make up to impress and her hair was up perfectly, she held her tiny bag in front of her looking slightly nervous.

"You look even better in person" Clarke whispered, almost as thought she hadn't intended to say it out loud.

It worked to shake Lexa out of her stupor "I could say the same thing about you"

Clarke bit her lip, a smile trying to make it pass her teeth as she gave Lexa the third once over of the night "I wish we had time for a little fun" She hushed, taking a step closer that made Lexa's breath caught in her throat "But if don't get going like right now there's a huge chance my mother will decide to come looking for us"

Lexa huffed a little laughed paired with a good natured eye-roll "Let's get going then, love" she smirked, and so did Clarke even as she blushed a pretty shade of pink. They had agreed to use pet names as they saw fit and have been trying them out while tesxting.

"Let's go baby" Clarke winked before she grabbed her hand and guided her out.

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The night is a blast, after a little awkward drive to the hotel, a quick stop at the red carpet and quick first introduction, Clarke and Lexa find themselves well into their first round. They play a little game -when they’re not talking to wealthy people- of whispering fire questions about their fake relationships and competing on who gets the most right-answers.

Clarke whispers little reminders to Lexa about etiquette and Lexa asks her names and profession of the people around them.

“You’re well verse in this aren’t you?” Lexa mumbled into her third wine glass.

“I’ve been doing this since it was ten, you’ve gotta learn a few things along the way” Clarke shrugged, giving her a look that would be too much flirt for this early in the night, if they hadn’t already sneaked a quicky inside a service closet -that was the size of Lexa’s bathrooms- where they also downed their second wine glasses.

They score some donations for Dr. Griffin’s department with a fourth wine glass in hand and they charm the right people to discover new connections and move into new conversations where they can show off their knowledge in their fields. Clarke hypes up Lexa’s dedication to her company in front of CEOs and Lexa speaks highly of Clarke’s works to anyone who’d listen.

They get called a power couple a few times, and people get surprised that they don’t work together, people flirt with them individually and together and they sneak in a second quicky after a particularly attractive young ortho surgeon flirted with Lexa while Clarke was with her mother.

Clarke doesn’t say much as she pushes Lexa against the closed door, throws their bags to the floor and uses them as knee pads when she sinks down and pushes Lexa’s dress up. It’s embarrassingly quick how Clarke drives her over the edge with her mouth, and it’s even more embarrassing the way she whimpers when Clarke moves her panties back to cover her core and cups her with her hand as she stands up.

“Just to remind you… who you’re going home with” Clarke hushed into her ear, pressing her body into her and rubbing her hand over Lexa’s ruined underwear.

She’s still breathing unevenly when she turns to look at Clarke “I think everyone knows who’s taking me home”

“Not everyone” Clarke grumbles, and she hopes she’s rocked Lexa’s work enough that she won’t question the tone.

Because yeah, they’re playing the role of girlfriends tonight, and they’ve had fun each time they’ve seen each other, but they aren’t actually dating, Clarke doesn’t feel with the right to be jealous, and she’s not sure if she is. Maybe just a little possessive, drunk for sure, and concerned about the image they would be giving if she didn’t care about someone else flirting with her girl.

Yeah. That’s all.

“Let’s go out there and show them then” Lexa hums, smiling drunkenly, her pupils still dilatated, her eyes glossy from the orgasm “I can’t kiss you like I want to and that’s not fair” she pouts.

Clarke smirks “I need to wash my face… so maybe we can risk it” she whispers, leaning in, and absently pressing up with her hand.

Lexa moans and turns her head; she doesn’t roll her hips, but she huffs as she bites her lip “We shouldn’t risk another minute in this room if we don’t want to get kicked out”

It’s Clarke’s turn to pout “Fine” she huffs, stepping away from Lexa and licking her lips with a smirk, tasting her in her mouth still and throwing her a kiss as she fixes her dress and hair.

Lexa rolls her eyes and turns to open the door, Clarke hands her her bag, and Clarke helps but draws her in to steal a kiss. Lexa’s eyes sparkle, but she huffs and tells her to wash her mouth before walking away.

She’s waiting with their fifth wine glasses when Clarke returns, and it’s only for the sake of their cover that they share a not-so-chase kiss in greeting, Clarke’s hand goes around Lexa’s back as she takes the glass with a quiet ‘thanks’ and Lexa encourages her to lean on her when her own arm goes around Clarke’s shoulders.

By the time they consider it appropriate to leave, they feel fulfilled on their quest to showcase their names; Lexa is sure she has made the right connections to be call on a new project soon, while Clarke made sure to meet every new person that hadn’t attended previous galas and offered assistance on all of their business.

The night ends at Lexa’s place, where Clarke drives her up the wall as soon as the door closes, finally kissing in the filthy way they’ve wanted to all nigh long. Lexa strips Clarke of her dress and her linger bra to grope and kiss her boobs while still leaning against the wall.

Walking on shaking legs after an earth-shattering orgasm she pushes Clarke onto the bed to sensually slide off her minidress and reveal her newly bough set of matching lingerie. She climbs the bed just as smoothly and loves the way Clarke gaps at her as she slides Clarke’s panties down her legs following the path with kisses.

Clarke is too drunk and too horny to stay quiet while Lexa devour her pussy, she shudders and moans, grabbing at the sheets and Lexa’s hair as she arches her back and her hips into her mouth. She sees stars when she comes, whimpering and shaking as Lexa continues on, dragging her pleasure on and on until she feels like she might collapse.

When Lexa slides up her body and lays her head on her shoulder, nuzzling into her neck Clarke is thankful to her past self for bringing in an overnight bag, she sighs draping her arms around Lexa, content to know she doesn’t have to leave, and can instead fall asleep with Lexa in her arms.

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Monday at work it’s a good day, nothing specific happens during the day, but nothing goes wrong, she work’s smoothly and okay, she is still very much thriving on her morning orgasms, she still can’t believe she wasn’t late with how much time they wasted just kissing.

Her boss calls her to his office before five, she sits anxiously waiting for something bad, but her boss just wants to talk about her night at the hospital gala, he mentions he’s brother is a big supporter and that he had many good things to say about Lexa during their call at lunch. Lexa plays coy, appreciates the compliments and downplays her presence at the gala, she answers some questions about how she got there and consequentially about Clarke.

It feels weird so speak so casually with her boss, but Lexa appreciates the change, knows it means her mingling work in some way. She’s still surprised when he mentions lunch on Saturday, saying his brother’s friends get together and invite him over to talk about future idealist projects and since Lexa spoke so highly and expertly about the company and their work she should join them.

She leaves the office with a smile on her face, she grabs her phone to call her father and pauses. Clarke’s chat is at the top of the list, she considers for a second, biting her lip, remembering the gala and the night, and with a smile, she sends a quick text.

(17:13): Hey! Do you have any plans this Saturday?

Looking back, this was truly, her second mistake.

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