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Five hundred cars littered the street in front of Neal’s place.
“What the actual f**k?” Trihn’s eyes scanned the row of cars. She had never seen this many people parked outside of his place.
She had to drive practically a mile away from the house to find a parking spot. She trudged the distance back to his place and cursed herself for the sexy Louboutins that graced her feet. She could dance in them for hours, but one normal walk pissed her off to no end.
Or maybe it was just the anticipation of seeing Neal.
She hadn’t heard one peep from him since he’d slammed that door in her face. Now, her stomach was in knots as she was about to come face-to-face with him all over again.
Trihn took a deep breath and walked up the driveway. He was the one who had dumped her. She didn’t have any
