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Chapter 75: Playing the Part
Ransom
I’m sitting in my second class of the day. The rumor mill is now going full tilt, and I’m the chief topic of conversation.
The girls are talking about how hot my “dad” is. He is a total snack, according to these teenage girls. I get it. Etienne is one of the sexiest men I know. I might be biased about that since he is my brother-in-love and not just one of my bosses.
The guys are talking about how dank (amazing) his motorcycle is. Tee custom-built it himself. They are also talking about how I flashed my lacey underwear at them when I swung off the bike in my short skirt. I’m a snack too to them.
My glow-up is outstanding, though I miss my black hair. Stupid Ryder and his making dye it to my more natural color. This, coupled w
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