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ions cycling from hope to disappo

I was supposed to meet.

been so eager and friendly yesterda

n played

another trap, a new, elaborate

e bell over t

omatically and

e outshone every man in the room. His presence alone seem

nd sat down in the chair opposit

, a smile I couldn't dec

pieces clicked into pla

same time? Why did he, of all peo

m. It had

today was the final act, a way to mock my st

miliating hea

ords out through gritted teeth

ed his fingers, summoning a wai

ingly calm demeanor

them, didn't y

ed confusion, ra

t play dumb wit

"Oh, those losers. I didn't think they were good enoug

He just admitt

all my suspicions.

to my feet, pointing a shaking finger at his face. "What do you people want?

drawing stares from

his face changed. The amusement vanished,

coffee shop s

height was intimidating, and I

't. He just stared at me with those ice-blue

of everyone, he

his voice clear and delib

gasp went thr

He wasn't just a gigolo, he was a crazy gigolo. I was d