Mr. Adrian. What Exactly Does That Mean?

Chloe's POV

A light rain was falling outside. I stood at the curb, letting the cold drizzle hit my face, and it was the only thing keeping the nausea from crawling any higher.

A black Bentley rolled to a stop in front of me.

The window came down a third of the way, revealing the sharp lines of Ad...

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