9. Who is Saint

Adriana Jensen

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I didn’t know much about Saint but I never imagined he was the kind of man to attend a pool party.

By the time I got to his location, it was late but the lights surrounding the pool lit everywhere up. My eyes traveled across the vast space at an incredibly fast pace, searching for Saint.

I brought out my phone to check his location and I confirmed we were in the same place.

I heard wolf whistles as I walked around the place, searching for one man. When I couldn’t find him, I gave up and dialed his number. He didn’t answer the first time so I called him again. That was when he picked up the call.

“Any issues?” He asked in a bored tone.

“Where are you?”

“Out.”

“I know. I can’t see you.”

There was a pause on the other end before he spoke. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t see you,” I repeated, still looking around.

Without saying another word, he hung up, making me frown. I didn’t know what propelled me to attend this party when I was bad at swimming in the first place.

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