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How did he know what size I am?

I grab the shoes and check the size.

Four.

My exact foot size.

My brows draw in with the confusion of how he could possibly know what size clothing I wear, but the relief of knowing Luke still hasn’t found me makes it easy to look past.

I slip the shoes on and examine myself in the mirror.

I love it. But it’s so expensive. I look out of place in this stuff.

I didn’t grow up rich. Luxury is not something I know. My DL money lets me live comfortably, and every single tip goes towards my dance studio.

I pose and snap a picture of myself in the mirror. The lighting isn’t great, and my face looks tired. I stare at the photo and contemplate sending it to Xander.

Deciding that I want to tease him a little, I send it.

Me: Thank you… but what is it for?

The chat bubble pops up, then disappears. It does that a few times before his message comes through.

Dickhead: Accompany me to an event

Me: Do I get a choice?

I giggle to myself as I send the message.

The chat bubble appears and disappears again.

Dickhead: Not really

Me: I thought as much. The answer is no.

Dickhead: I’ll see you in three days sweetheart

Chapter 25

Camila

Lord knew Xander couldn’t stay away from me for three days. He showed up last night, but I didn’t dance. I gave the excuse that I wasn’t feeling well. Which wasn’t a complete lie; my body was still coming down from the stress of Luke.

Xander clung to me like glue. Wherever I went, he came.

Maybe I was wrong; he’s not a stalker.

He’s just annoying.

Needless to say, he looked smug at the fact that I wasn’t performing.

And he’s here as usual tonight.

I peek through the curtain to where he sits, taking up the centre of the room, in front of the stage. Again. Already looking at the screen, waiting for me to emerge, his forearm muscles working as he brings a whisky glass to his lips. His face says it all. He’s hoping I don’t come out and flaunt my body to everyone.

Tonight I made sure to wear my green lace bra. I paired it with black fishnet tights and a short, black, leather skirt. It barely does a good job of covering my bum. I tried to tell myself that it’s not for a certain someone that’s been clinging to me like a lost puppy for almost a month, but that would be a lie.

I’m absolutely wearing this outfit to toy with Xander. I’m still pissed off about his comment the other week during the storm.