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Chapter 8-2
A busty blonde walks to his side and pouts out her bottom lip. “Travis, baby. Is it my turn yet?” Travis turns and looks at her but not in a l**t-filled way. He’s annoyed that she’s interrupted. However, I take that as my cue and snatch my only chance toward freedom by stepping back and allowing her to take my spot. As I walk toward the bar for another drink, I look over my shoulder and see Travis’s eyes glued to me. I look away, needing to clear my head, which means I order another drink—a bigger, stronger one that can help me make sense of what the hell just happened out there. Courtney walks up with a huge smile on her face. “Uh, did you just practically f**k your brother’s roommate or rather, your archnemesis on the dance floor, or was I imagining that? Seriously Lola, every dude in
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