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Chapter 344.1 You Asked For It I

Imogen organized the photo evidence back home and emailed it to the photography competition organizers.

She had the competition entry email, the original EXIF data, and the RAW format files to prove that she was the photographer of the first–place work.

Thus, this matter should not be too difficult to resolve.

Imogen shut down her computer, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then lay in bed, getting ready to rest. Suddenly, Troy sent a Facebook message: [Come out.]

Troy: [I’m outside your door.]

Imogen’s drowsiness instantly disappeared, and she replied to Troy: [What are you doing at this late hour?]

Troy: [Going for a ride. When you come out, make sure to dress warmly.)

Imogen: [Are you insane?]

She wondered why he wanted to go for a ride so late at night.

Troy: [You have ten minutes. If you’re not afraid of waking Charlie, come out quickly.] “What?”

Imogen: [You asked for it!]

She crawled out from under her blanket, quickly put on some warm clothes, and silently exited her apartment.

Troy was waiting by the exit window, smoking. When he heard the door open, he immediately extinguished his cigarette and walked towards Imogen. He noticed she was well–dressed for the cold and pressed the elevator button to go down. “Let’s go.”

“Why suddenly

“Just a whim.”

want to go.”

that you’re out, we’ll have some fun before

elevator doors opened, and Troy pulled Imogen inside, pressing the button for the ground floor.

inquired, “Isn’t it the basement?”

responded, “You’ll see when

elevator stopped on the first floor, and Troy walked ahead, leading the way toward

what

Troy and saw him heading towards a motorcycle.

was a sleek, expensive–looking

was what he meant by

from the handlebars and motioned for Imogen to come closer “oin me.” Imogen reached him and examined

her head. “It belongs to one of my friends, and I borrow

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spin.”

“Can you even ride

smiled, “Of course.”

put it on. He wheeled the motorcycle out and mounted it with a single kick. He turned to look at Imogen. “Hop on.”

time Imogen had seen Troy dressed like this. He seemed entirely different from the nurturing father

a seat behind Troy,

asked, “Ready to

Imogen nodded. “Yes.”

as they left the apartment, the engine revved to life

but the abrupt increase in speed made her cling tightly to Troy’s

as the streets grew increasingly deserted.

through the city, accompanied only by the powerful hum of the engine. It felt as if

you feel?” Troy’s voice