• • • Sheila POV • • •

“I hate you, Freddy Logan!.” Olivia courses Freddy as she gets back into her hotel room, after spending the rest of her day trying to find all that he asked. Unfortunately, It was late already when she stepped out and all she can do right now is to sleep and continue very early tomorrow early.

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“Let's dance!.” Natasha tries to pull me off my chair but I'm tougher than what they excepted. “I don't want to dance!” I keep hesitating. “Don't kill the fun Sheila” she whimpers, kinda getting tipsy already.

“Nat!!!.” I flinch it's not like I'm ok, my...