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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.”

suddenly go for a

“Just a whim.”

don’t want to go.”

that you’re out, we’ll have some fun before heading back.”

and Troy pulled Imogen inside, pressing the button for the

“Isn’t it

responded, “You’ll see when we get

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

about what he

him heading towards a motorcycle.

sleek, expensive–looking motorcycle.

by going for

handlebars and motioned for Imogen to come closer “oin me.”

helmet on her head. “It belongs to one

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spin.”

surprised. “Can you even

“Of

it on. He wheeled the motorcycle out and mounted it with a

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

behind Troy, clutching his

asked, “Ready to go?”

Imogen nodded. “Yes.”

the engine revved to life with a roar, and he accelerated, propelling

guard. She didn’t voice her concerns, but the abrupt increase in speed made her cling tightly to Troy’s waist as she pressed

them as the streets grew increasingly deserted.

city, accompanied only by the powerful hum of the engine. It

you feel?” Troy’s voice carried back