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though she could hear a movie playing from his bedroom. Alexa’s confidence wavered, and she found herself disappointed that he wouldn’t see her, though the truth was, he probably wouldn’t care even if he did. He was done with her, and she had to accept it. If he was already screwing another girl, he wasn’t going to want her back, and if she was honest with herself, she wasn’t so sure she wanted him back, either.
    She clopped out the front door in her six-inch heels, holding onto the banister in the stairwell while taking a step at a time. Being around Frannie’s kids, she had become more accustomed to sneakers than dress shoes, and it took a few wobbly blocks before she broke down and hailed a cab. It cost her some of her few remaining dollars, but she was determined to get to the club and forget about the past twelve hours.
    Her last remaining twenty-dollar bill disappeared for the cover charge, and only when she made it inside did she realize that she had never texted Vivian back to let her know that she was meeting up after all. She whipped out her phone and quickly typed a message, pressing send. She hoped Vivian was still there, but it was Vivian—she was a party girl, and Alexa wouldn’t be surprised if her old college roommate had already moved on to another scene, another set of companions.
    But Vivian texted her back almost instantaneously; thirty seconds later, Alexa spotted her pushing her way through the gyrating crowd.
    “Hey lady!” Vivian shouted over the hypnotic beat, enveloping her in a hug. “You won’t believe who I’m here with tonight.” She grabbed Alexa’s hand and dragged her toward the bottle service entrance.
    “You found someone to pay for our drinks already?” Alexa asked, squeezing her way past the crowd.
    “We don’t roll any other way,” Vivian said, winking.
    They passed a roped-off entrance where a lone man in a suit waited at a table, cradling a glass in his hand.
    “I found her!” Vivian shouted excitedly over the music.
    The man pushed back his chair and turned as he stood, flashing a grin that Alexa would recognize anywhere.
    “Will, this is my college roommate and one of my best friends,” Vivian introduced.
    Alexa stared at him, speechless.
    To her surprise, Will held out his hand to her. “William Henry Harper,” he said, winking at her. “But my friends call me Will.”
    She shook her head in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.
    Then, her body took over. She grabbed his drink from the table and flung the contents into his face.
     

 
    WILL
    “ARE you kidding me?" the girl asked. “Do you seriously not remember me?” Will blinked. He had no clue who she was, only that she had just thrown a drink in his face and she was more than damned lucky it hadn’t gotten on his clothes. He took a napkin from the table and blotted his face, his eyes roaming over her body.
    She was in her early twenties, attractive, but not particularly his type. He wasn’t into brunettes. She had decent clothes, makeup, and hair but was detectably less wealthy than most of the girls who frequented this particular club. Her look screamed Forever 21, not Banana Republic; otherwise, she was hot enough.
    “Should I?" he asked, faces racing through his memory as he tried to place her. He remembered all the women he slept with, but this one wasn’t one of them—no, she was a mystery.
    She glared at him, and his eyebrows shot up in recognition.
    “Alexa Romo,” she said sarcastically. “But my friends call me the girl who is broke and unemployed because some dick got in my car earlier today and forced me to hide him from the paparazzi!”
    “You two know each other?” Vivian’s stare shifted from Alexa to Will and back again.
    “I offered to help you!” he said furiously. “I said I would pay for everything.”
    He glanced at Vivian, who shook her head in admonishment, and immediately shut his mouth. If she was giving him the stink eye, he must have done