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Prologue

4:13 am Text to Gray Grayson from unknown source

Unknown: Mr Grayson, my father tellsto sign you or not As said agent’s daughter, I know football players and their ways So letplace in it or you’ll answer to me You want to hook up with one of your women, do it in a bed and not in my car

Sincerely, Ivy Mackenzie

GrayG: Hey, Miss Mac You do realize your car is a bubbleguet it up surrounded by all that heinous pink, the car is better suited for Lilliputians So don’t worry, there will be no shenanigans (Shenanigans? Srsly? What are we, 80?) anywhere near the car I’ in the pursuit of pleasure

—Btw, beds are overrated Branch out a little

IvyMac: You’re schooling ans? Really, Mr Lilliputian? I don’t knohether to choke on the hypocrisy or be impressed that you knohat a Lilliputian is

I won’t make mention of your pink phobia, and I don’t care where you do your business Just so long as it isn’t in my car

GrayG: Yes, I read Contain your shock Ora fascination with my bzness

IvyMac: Ok Fine I was an ass Or course you read Read this: one scratch on that car and you bought it

GrayG: It’s a te you take gumdrops as currency?

IvyMac: Sure do, Cupcake But the car’s not for sale

GrayG: I see you’ve discovered my inherently sweet and tasty nature Wait until you taste

IvyMac: Eew…Keep your frosting to yourself!

GrayG: Heh So why are we having this conversation at 4 in the ? Don’t you sleep?

IvyMac: Sorry I’ here Hey, shouldn’t you be sleeping? Why are you answering my texts anyway? ;-)

GrayG: I don’t know Soue over a powder-puff car?

IvyMac: I always thought tight ends loved pain

GrayG: Nae bring on the pain, Mac And have awesome asses Obviously

IvyMac: Okay, I’ now

GrayG: K Bye

IvyMac: Bye

GrayG: See you

GrayG: Or not Because you’re in London

IvyMac: Gray?

GrayG: Yep

IvyMac: Go to sleep

GrayG: K Night OrOr whatever

GrayG: Mac? Hello? Right You’re gone

A few hours later…

GrayG: Mac? How do you feel about 18” chrome rims? Pretty sure when you see the result, you’ll love them

IvyMac: What? You’re shitting ht?!?

GrayG: Foul language, Miss Mac? I a to have to call shenanigans

IvyMac: Gray! What the fuck did you do to my car?!?

GrayG: Ha! Gotcha You freaked Admit it

IvyMac: I adyou up the other ?

GrayG: Mac, it’s 8 pm in London Why are you asleep?

IvyMac: Gotta get up at 3:30 am I’m an apprentice at my mom’s bakery

GrayG: Pastries and shit? Oh, God, I’ a moment