More Than A Favor

Chapter 92

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After a brief silence, Ashton’s deep, smooth voice came through the line. “Have you been drinking?”

“Are you willing to be my fake boyfriend?” I dodged his question, refusing to explain myself.

Ignoring my response, he pressed again, “Where are you?”

“Forget it. I already know your answer,” I replied curtly, ready to hang up.

But Ashton’s voice stopped me. “Elaine, where are you? Are you at home or out somewhere?” His tone was firm, almost demanding.

The emotions I’d been suppressing suddenly erupted. “Who are you to tell me where I can be? I’ll go

wherever I want! I…”

Before I could finish ranting, Nora leaned over and grabbed the phone. “Mr. Drake, don’t worry. She’s with me. I’m her best friend.”

Then she turned to me and whispered, “Be nice when you’re asking for help.”

I playfully pushed her away, but Ashton’s voice came through the phone again. “We’ll talk again tomorrow when you’re sober.”

staring at the

you’ll change your mind tomorrow when you’re sober.”

drinking, but I wasn’t drunk enough to forget what

After all, he had heard me say I wasn’t into him. He

morning, I woke up with a splitting headache, completely hungover. I didn’t even know when Nora had left

pulling me

groggily, not bothering to check the caller

come to the amusement park now?” Victor’s

“Mr. Langston, I’ve quit. Didn’t you hear?

Hart, I need your help.” Victor sounded desperate,

my tangled hair. “What do you

to come. You’ll understand when you get here,” he replied, his

glanced at the time–it was already 10:00 am, and I was still in bed. I stretched lazily, enjoying the

concerns

voice grew more pleading. “Please, consider it a

lips. “I suppose. But do we really

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