Showdolly1
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Afterparty? You're my hero!
Cloe had to stop herself from jumping up and down.
"OH! I've been wanting to try that place!" She bit her lip and glanced sideways at Ryan. It had been assumed that they were together, but they weren't. I mean they were of sorts, or they were trying to be, but there was the blonde chick too (what was her name again? started with an H...) so things were complicated.
"I mean. I'd love to come, thanks for the invite! I'm not sure what Ryan's plans are, though." She tossed the ball back to him, knowing he'd either have to make excuses to the girlfriend, or bring her along. Cloe wasn't sure she cared one way or the other at this point, as long as the whole idea didn't get vetoed by or because of her.
Why hadn't they been told about the after party before now? If it was included in the invitation, Cloe hadn't seen it. Maybe it had been posted on social media. Cloe didn't keep a personal account on most platforms; most people have no idea of the crazy stalker types a famous person gets, let alone someone who is famous for writing sex stories.
But Cloe had her parents' empty home here in town which was where she'd planned to stay. She hadn't decided how long she was staying, but the important part was that she didn't have to cancel reservations anywhere. No one was expecting her home any time soon, and no one would be watching for arrival back at her luxury apartment home either. Free as a naked blue jay, as they say. That was Cloe's whole damn life.
Cloe had to stop herself from jumping up and down.
"OH! I've been wanting to try that place!" She bit her lip and glanced sideways at Ryan. It had been assumed that they were together, but they weren't. I mean they were of sorts, or they were trying to be, but there was the blonde chick too (what was her name again? started with an H...) so things were complicated.
"I mean. I'd love to come, thanks for the invite! I'm not sure what Ryan's plans are, though." She tossed the ball back to him, knowing he'd either have to make excuses to the girlfriend, or bring her along. Cloe wasn't sure she cared one way or the other at this point, as long as the whole idea didn't get vetoed by or because of her.
Why hadn't they been told about the after party before now? If it was included in the invitation, Cloe hadn't seen it. Maybe it had been posted on social media. Cloe didn't keep a personal account on most platforms; most people have no idea of the crazy stalker types a famous person gets, let alone someone who is famous for writing sex stories.
But Cloe had her parents' empty home here in town which was where she'd planned to stay. She hadn't decided how long she was staying, but the important part was that she didn't have to cancel reservations anywhere. No one was expecting her home any time soon, and no one would be watching for arrival back at her luxury apartment home either. Free as a naked blue jay, as they say. That was Cloe's whole damn life.