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hollywood was the land of “ small world ” in every meaning of the saying. strings tying people together sprouted from what seemed like nowhere, connecting those who under different circumstances would never meet. gabrielle mercer was rafael’s least favourite of his unlikely strings. when he spots her in the sea of socialite gala attendees and their wannabes, it occurs to him that even the back of her head reeks of pompous, over-hyped brat ––– and half of him hopes his hazel eyes connect with hers so he can tell her just that. however; when he gets his wish, he’s had enough time to come up with something more elaborate ––– and decidedly ruder. “ you gotta tell me, cupcake ––– did beau forgive you, or what ? ” her doll-like face brings out the worst in him –– the worst of the worst, the side of him that doesn’t think twice about referencing her leaked text messages, “ i was on the edge of my damn fuckin’ seat the entire time i was in italy. you just gotta let me know, ” he continues, sipping his drink, “ give a guy some peace of mind. ”
