33. My bad girl

Abigail Hayes

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It turned out that the meeting with Mr. Harper wasn’t too serious. It was something they had agreed on already. The only thing we did was talk over some snacks as he signed the contract and it had led him to ask us why the hell we had to fly down from Miami to get this done. George had to tell him it was because of the party but it got me curious.

It made me wonder what his intentions were.

However, I didn’t have the time to think about that because George and I were currently on a beach. It was December and New York could never, but Miami was a place with more hot days than cold days. I wanted to savor the day’s heat before we went back to the snow in our city.

“What are you doing?” George called out. I never thought a day would come when I would see George in just shorts, but he seemed freer here and we seemed closer after what we did in another man’s room.

“Trying to build a sand castle,” I responded. There weren’t many people on the beach which made it even more