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Imani was asleep when her phone rang.
“Hallo.”
“What are you doing?” Asked a slurring voice. She laughed, rolling on her back.
“Asleep. What about you?”
Matthew chuckled, a bottle of beer in one hand while the other held tightly to the phone.
“Sitting on a balcony.”
Imani sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes awake.
“You're drunk.” she stated in a whisper. Matthew nodded even though she couldn't see him.
“Are you safe?”
“Hmm,”
“But you left Pete.”
“I'm as safe as I ever will be.”
“What if someone takes a photo of you?” she asked with concern. She didn't know how the world of the rich works, but she knew a photo of drunken Matthew would cost a small fortune.
“I'm in a private club.”
She knew how discreet private clubs could
