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All the shit I’d been keeping quiet because I thought eventually it was going to be worth it.

Eventually I was going to get what he’d promised me.

I looked over at Destiny.

“I’m about to blow this nigga’s whole fucking world up.”

Her eyebrows lifted.

“You sure?”

I opened my food.

“He done played me for the last fucking time.”

And this time?

I wasn’t asking Xavier shit.

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AVERY, LEVIN & XAVIER

AVERY

“Good afternoon. You can sign in right here for me.”

I slid the clipboard across the counter with a smile before turning back toward my computer.

It was a little after twelve, and Dr. Q’s office had been moving nonstop since we opened.

Phones ringing.

Patients checking in and out.

Insurance verification.

Some lady had already cussed me out this morning because her insurance didn’t cover a crown like I personally wrote her fucking policy.

Regular shit.

I sat behind the front desk clicking through the schedule, my name hanging pretty as fuck around my neck.

Literally.

Avery.

Keith’s gift from our date.

It had been about a week and a half since Brooklyn Chop House, and this nigga had been on my ass ever since.

Flowers sent to my job twice.

Lunch.

Random money.

Calling every morning.