Chapter 8
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I wonder what Rob do for a living. He must be filthy rich to be able to afford this mansion. Mom met him through Tinder which I forced her into in the first place just for fun but I didn't know she was actually going to meet someone. It's Tinder for christ sake.
The question is, why was a guy like Rob on Tinder in the first place. He's rich. He looks younger than his age. He could get any woman he wants.
I shake my head to stop overthinking. Just enjoy the moment, Chloe.
My mind returns back to planet earth and focus on where I'm going. I stop in my tracks when I realize I have no idea where I am.
Crap.
This is what happens when I overthink - I stop paying attention to where I'm going and enter into my mind.
I turn around and walk back to where I came from, hoping I can find my way.
"Okay, see you later." I hear a faint voice say from the other side of the wall. Curiosity got the best of me and soon I found myself walking towards the door.
To my luck, the door is slightly open so I could peek to see who's inside. I stand in a position where one of my eyes could see through the door. I search around the room with my one eye for the source of the voice but I can't see anyone. All I could see is one side of the bed in the middle of the room. I fidget around in my spot trying to find the person.
Suddenly, I lose my balance and went flying into the door which resulted in me landing straight into the floor of the room.
Shoot. Kill me now.
"Who's there?" Asked the same voice from earlier. I purse my lips and get ready to apologize to the person. I look up sheepishly. I begin to fluster when I see who it is.
Archer Bradshaw, in all his glory, is standing a few feet away from me, half naked with water dripping down his abs - only a towel wraps around his waist. Only a towel covering his little baby maker.
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