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The Last Laugh novel Chapter 34

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Sawyer's POV:

I had a heavy lump in my throat. I was so angry with Heather. How dared she? Because of that Shirley! She had no fucking right to leave.

I sat on my bed that morning, thinking. Heather could be really annoying at times. I thought and thought of something that could get my mind off Heather.

Ace.

Oh yes, Ace! I had dinner with him that night at his apartment. Yes. I smiled to myself. I needed to buy a sexy and beautiful dress. I had all day to do that.

I picked my phone and called Ace.

Ace's POV:

My phone's ringing tone woke me up at nine in the morning. I got up with heavy eyes. I'd been so drunk the last night that if my phone hadn't rang, I would sleep till noon and more.

Without seeing who was calling me, I picked the call.

"H– hello?" I said tired.

"Hey, handsome. Did I wake you up?"

Sawyer?

"Yeah..."

"Sorry, cutie. I just wanted to tell you that, well, I'm kinda excited about our dinner tonight."

My eyes were completely open in a second. I'd completely forgotten about the promised dinner.

Shit.

"Oh, um–"

"Can't wait to see you this night."

"Um, can't wait to see you too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and was about to sleep again when I suddenly received an SMS. Christina. I opened to read.

-Good morning, Handsome. I have a feeling you've been avoiding me. Is there a problem?-

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Mother and daughter could be sticky at times. I was still too tired to start a conversation.

-I'll call you later and we'll talk Christina. Okay?- I texted.

A few minutes later, she replied.

-Okay. Please, I'll be waiting.-

I put my phone away and continued to sleep.

At eleven I was up. I got undressed and went straight to shower.

Under the water, I thought and thought of how I would handle Sawyer and her mother. I had to be very careful.

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Later in the day, at around two in the afternoon, I called Christina. I had no choice. I had to make her believe that I liked her so much that whatever she'd done wrong could not make me stop talking to her. They had to believe in me.

I called.

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