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Chapter 9

What's next?

Sarah goes to meet her ex.

Meeting with an ex was always awkward. That strange dance of where-do-we-stand as you try to exchange whatever belongings you had left in each others' homes, the pretending-you-didn't-fuck-all-the-time pleasantries. Sarah had always found it unbelievable when people claimed to be friends with their exes; then again, the paparazzi was always blaming her for her relationship troubles, so maybe the problem was on her end.

Meeting with an ex was always awkward. But meeting with an ex when your last three meetings had devolved into screaming matches and thrown objects (followed by dirty, nasty break up sex every time) was even more awkward. And then there was the fact that this ex of Sarah's had intentionally leaked the... illicit and distasteful elements of their sex life to one of those rats in the media.

Well, Sarah knew what to expect, at least. She knew what kind of person Darien was. He was manipulative, cruel. None of her other exes had ever leaked anything about their sex life, not even the fact that... well, never mind. The point was, of all the many mistakes Sarah had made in her romantic life, Darien was by far the biggest (in more than one way). Which is why she had been on her guard from the moment she had arrived in the lobby of his apartment building.

She was wearing a polka-dot scarf over her head and a pair of large Aviator sunglasses to hide as much of her face as she could. There were no photographers around. As far as she could tell, no one on the street had recognized her. She had even left Silas back at the hotel. This would be a 100% incognito visit, in and out as soon as she had taken care of her business with Darien.

"Here to meet someone, ma'am?" the doorman asked.

"Just waiting for a friend," she said. Ha. Friend. Once, maybe.

She sent a text to Darien. "Buzz me up."

There was no response, but the elevator door opened, the light indicating it had been called to Darien's floor. She stepped inside and pushed the door-close button before anyone could get in the elevator with her.

What's next?

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