"The bathroom's still there, I just got an upset stomach, heading home early."

The nerve of this little con artist, lying through her teeth without as much as a blink. "Stella, you really think I'm a fool?"

"Beck, why would you say that about yourself?"

Beck choked on his words, struggling for breath.

It was always him leaving others speechless.

He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath.

"You know where I live, right? Catch a cab over."

Stella propped her chin on one hand, squinting her eyes, "Beck, it's 10 PM, might be a bit inconvenient."

"Is it inconvenient, or are you scared?"

Stella let out a sigh, seemingly conceding.

"Alright, I'll come over."

Her prompt agreement caught Beck off guard, making him wonder if she had another trick up her sleeve.

scared

get her out of his hair sooner rather than later. He returned to his mansion, gently wiping the bruise at

hours later,

Beck's face

called Stella again, who seemed to have

"Beck, what's up?"

barely managed to restrain himself from

if you were riding a tractor, you should've

rubbing her

I said I'd come over, but I never said when. I was planning to come over in

his teeth, vowing to give her a piece of his mind when

hanging up, he grimaced, the action paining

found it impossible to sleep,

AM,

a wink, went to

at the bar the previous night, she

her hair in soft curls reaching her waist. Seeing

"Beck."

Beck had prepared got stuck in his

shoes in the

the Sanders family, she had been taken

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