Aced

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Genres: Fiction
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I WAS PACING the narrow confines of my trailer wringing my hands as I waited in silence for the man I had sent for to arrive. God, I’d actually sent for him. If that realization didn’t make me feel like an even bigger ass for my behavior these past couple of days, nothing would. But it was too late now. Amy was efficient, and I knew that the message would’ve already been relayed and received.  The blood was rushing around my head, as I continued to wear a path up and down the center of the space and though the room was air-conditioned I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead. My emotions were all over the place. I was caught somewhere between anger, frustration, and nerves. And the person they all centered around was— Knock, knock, knock.
Knocking on my door. Shit. Here we go.
I walked over to the door and made myself take in a couple of breaths before I reached for the handle and shoved it open. As I looked down into Dylan’s face, the air I’d just sucked into
...my lungs was knocked right back out.MoreLess
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