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“Ask me if I give a fuck about it!” I said, “And let me ask you, do you know how much my love costs?

More than you can afford and I don’t like you because of your money, your royalty or any of your shit! You’re mad, right?

Well, good, I want you to be.” I jumped and looked up at her. “Yeah?” “This exquisite steak can only be found at our mansion,” Wes grins, materializing by my side, “the meat is produced by yours truly.” He bows, and I give him a round of applause. “This ghost is not a ghost anymore.

” A soft voice from behind Nike said before a pretty heart shaped face peeked around Nike. She grinned over at them before coming closer towards the bed. She was short, only about 5’2″. Her red hair came just below her shoulders, “Hi my name’s Elena and there’s no need to tell me who you are because I already now.” She said with a wave and a smile. He didn’t talk when we got the kitchen; he just pulled me tightly against him and hugged me for what seemed like hours. The tears had stopped, although I wished they hadn’t. Now I could picture it. Declan with some slutty looking girl on his arm, White Women them kissing.

Them laughing at my expense, him telling her to ring me. Cole pulled me in tighter, and I looked up at him. Our lips were inches away, and I so badly wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel as though someone wanted me, as though I was loved.

But I knew this wasn’t what was right, Cole was my friend and I wouldn’t do that just because I was upset about Decla, White Women.

My eyes skimmed the article, which told the story of how Ingrid and Alie had been spotted together at the Waldorf for dinner, and how he had pulled out a ring and placed it on her finger. Ingrid was estatic, and more than happy to make a million excited comments for the article, but Ali had apparently just shrugged and given no response to the reporters.

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